howling at a moon
that never hears
in love with the moon
in dog day dreams
the moon above the ruin
lighting the nights of death
the dam burst here
the flood is in
the water washes over
my naked skin
stung
by the jagged claws
of sea creatures
crawling through the night
even here
the grass grows green
as night is ever dark
and schoolchildren dream
jagged along the edge
reaching out to you
between the howls
to the midnight moon
we watch you
between the towers
within the trance
of nighttime dreams
dropping drops of glitter
upon the heads of those who seek
one with the waves
that break free for the shore
asleep
in the reflected shine
of fallen stars
two towers
and the tides
that fall between
around and around
life in a cycle
beneath the rhythms
of the nightly moon
dolphins circle
in search of the souls still lost
in the waking dawn
a dolphin song
among the lost souls
that wake at dawn
trees or towers
towers or trees—
man and nature
in a battle
we dare not win
sleepless
we try to sleep
within the howling
beneath the moon
eclipse
as the world goes dark
in search of
what once was light
black hole—
drawing souls
from the river of life
cracks
in the river of life
as we drift
beyond the edge
of wake and sleep
through the mountains
within the earth
the rivers flow beneath
while watched over
by the midnight moon
a thousand stars
surround the moon
like snowflakes falling
in the black of night
around the spheres
within the spheres
lost in the path to truth
among the wind and dark
past the gatekeeper
past the watchtower
alone on the river
in search of memory
crag to crag
reality unfolds
in mountain caves
found only
in the dark of day
truth falls
like washed up pebbles
in the sea
raining light
to those who howl
at the setting moon
the waves come in
the sky is dark
our ancient sleep
waits for the spark
in a dream
she sailed a midnight sea
following a path
that only she could see
the guardians of this land
between the dark and light
await the ones who quit
from a little fight
the jagged crawfish
scales the rocks
from the infinite sea
to split the shore
between the dark and light
in shades
I see the moon
from another’s light
the river flows
from another time
through space and darkness
here to the edge
of human understanding
on the edge
struggling to see
where light is dark
and dark is light
I ask the watching moon
by the light
unable to ask
unable to speak
to reach for the word
I speak in tongues
all along
the howl of the night
watching the rain
to catch the drops that fall
along the river of truth
the quest has turned
another shade of light—
your voice is gone
and all the other voices
have ceased to speak
it is a golden path
far into the horizon
beyond the mountain rage
it flows here
where no one cares
to follow the way
the moon is dead
where once was life—
in its valleys
the gray light darkens forever
a shadow in the night
the trees are bare
though winter's not yet come
it is darkness only
that wraps the land
within the moon
there is a darkness
that draws me
away from home
surrounded by
the light of a star
a million years away
moonlight above the graves—
I take the nighttime shift
bats amid the branches—
spread into the night
ice water, moon above—
she swims naked to the shore
sleeping moon—
tentacles
spread out into space
to pull us where
we don’t need to go
from ragged cliffs
they spy their enemies
while the moon
has bathed them both
in silver light
the river reaches far
but only so far
and our time is up
between
the earth and moon
the seer flies
through all the muffled light
to see what he needs to see
pulled by a string
to tie what’s seen
and what needs to be seen
veil before our view—
the truth we cannot see
opening the window—
all our secrets exposed
to the midnight moon
arrow shot
it comes back—
we cannot hide
from what the Watcher
already knows
ragged claws
across the barren land—
wherever we turn
there is someone
who doesn’t want us there
tied up in tradition—
we will never change
amulets
past and present
reflected in eyes
and what the watcher sees
the boat we sailed
in phases with the moon
is not here—it never was
interlocked
in endless combinations—
there are so many ways
we will never escape
in a grotto
where all the spirits lie
the only light
is the light of the moon
the seas we flee—
washed up on the shores
with ragged claws
juggling
the phases of the moon—
she holds all life
but never in one place
all possibilities
like phases of the moon—
but now is only one
walls worn ragged
beneath the siege
of enquiring light
arms like wands
he spins the moonlight—
past and present
within the clouds
between the earth and moon
with nothing to reveal
crouching, cornered—
moonlight in one hand
claws in the other
the white witches
dance around the moon
until the music stops
shining on the water
where no one dares to swim
drowning beneath the moonlit waters
where there was never any hope
creatures of the night
above the water’s light
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