Tag: moon

Last Walk of the Night

The frogs are echoing from God
Knows where; the new moon is
Here to be missed, and it has rained.
The sky is blank overhead.

It's a navy blue hour,
Lit more by the apartments'
Lamps than anything above
Us and the twinkling blades of grass.

The glittering water is almost asleep,
Softly shifting; planes above
Hum toward TPA,
The city a milky way below.

We stroll the pre-dewed lawns,
One last visit for the night.
On the grass not far from the path 
Are groups of little dark spots.

Each one of those tiny shadows
Is a precious friend nestling
Back their sleeping, carbuncled faces, 
Resting the white curves of their eyelids.

Supermoon

Let the world go
Crazy; the Moon is full
Of compassion for us fools.

The Moon is closer
Tonight, like a lover;
Closer, beaming to be embraced.

Lunacy
Is common even without a spot-
Light to spur our dramatic sense.

The Autumn Sun's descent
Sneaks up on we who are building-
Dwellers, but twilight tonight is brighter.

Before our time and
After, it has been; perhaps
This is why it shines on us softly. 

It's been the collision of Heaven and Earth,
Mingled with our molten womb,
And knows it will never have to again.