one time -
an owl-
is more blissful
for evening thought
all the world
has words, I suppose
the last song -
unlike any other -
this feeling
for the first time -
the thickness- an open heart
can breathe around
a thin blast in open air
into the very feeling of direction-
the sigh -
of a quick high walks
into continuous little
twinkles
so seems the waves of night glow
the strangest plummage
high culminating about me
in high hours
--- high trains of cumulus calling –
black stripes, and dots.
the sip of oak in maple sap, my habit, a specific creature
fascinating in gates of daisies and fire -
sun in summer joy that ask for warmth - probably
I should know-
because this night journey - in the seasons a nocturnal familiar
the advices me of
the light that inhabits my backyard
airing romancing stones - the sense of night feeding -
passes like the wind of car
the faintest dread like trumpets behaving in a death howl
around the swans wonders that chill of ice filled trees - with its appearance
cut like ships, patterns of unsensible humor
sailing in breeze vinculo, good, lovely in the ambiance
of night having sentiments -
one day
no plainer
a clip a song , of moons in trees
promises forgotten sits - its star with talons and legs
it weighs its outspeaks its silent call - an emblem, it needs
flames of setting suns, sets in the quality of night, a patience
hears the whisper of sparrows peak holler
into the love that shifts and stalls as owl’s witness
compassion beyond a memory in the moment
has outlasted the words of souls
that has kept the graces of stars in the palm trees of shining glory
this very moment,
a fall in waters compounds in the remains
in templed phoenix, night sanctuary -
I lay loyal in the breaking
wind of silk its arms and legs that waver in my sleep
the crafty smile that smiles acres that reaches
the wild of captured children, long to reach me -
in my lungs the motion into my heart leaves the night - alone learning, puts its eight kisses tender in the shelter of impulse and feeding, impossible, yet starts again -
this is the cry of
the night owl in the distance -
