Archive for December 4th, 2009

the pale full moon coats this December night in wet-silver,

and cool air strikes a note on ancient stones.

a bass clef rumbles, a deep cry beneath the world,

as the stars burn, and matter moves in time.

and I see crystal arbor lockets on tomorrow’s branches,

waiting in the dark-still to announce the Face of Mystery.

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