The trace of the moon
between afternoon and night
You exalt twilight
Category: night
Finding love within the night sky
Golden flecks of light
between the light and shadow
Finding love for me
The stars surpass their beauty
As the clouds move to the sea
Words with the Moon
Each day, grey hair falls from
a place once full of colours.
I am reminded of invisibility,
the way I fade into the light.
Within the moon’s darkness
I become increasingly visible.
The garden knows who I am,
and a soft breeze touches me.
The moon and I, we made
a pact of sorts
within the depths of the night.
She, the moon
takes my invisibility from me,
for words with her.
Our discussion ends by the
movement of many clouds.
A breeze becomes a wind,
to accompany the thunder.
The fallen grey hairs begin
their journey into the night.
I enter the house of words,
to travel the colours of sleep.
When the grey of day arrives,
from the moon-lit night,
our words will carry me along.
The Thrum
leaves fall in the night
the thrum of the forest drums
wild tribal dancing
Dreams of a clear sky
the clear southern sky
watching the star shooting away
whispering a wish
Complicated
a shell by day
a man of flesh and blood
by candlelight
against the world by day
arriving home
in love with life by night
a love arrives
for your vespertine heart
endless night
Echoing Shadows
The waning fire smoulders
They gather in the distance
voices from another time
deep shapes move towards the fire
shapeshifting metamorphoses
gather strength outside the circle
waves of gooseflesh stir the spirit
light and drums beat in the distance
from the cursed forest cathedral
Forest Night
The forest is near
a deepening of onyx
The moonlit shadows
a vision of the wild sea
The house lights are my lighthouse
Super Moon
She left the laundry on the clothesline until 9 pm, giving herself an excuse to go outside and look up at the moon.
Standing there watching the sky.
The moon appears among clouds like the moon from her memory, evoking feelings of a new beginning or ending.
Forest Queen
The forest listens for the vibrations of music;
soon, the time will pass, and she will come.
The music of her love for them starts to play;
sad faces brighten as feet touch the soil.
The dancing to honour the forest and her loves;
she spins and twirls with the Fireflies tonight.
The trees never stir as the fire burns along;
they stand tall, watching and listening.
C & K 