a gamet of stars,
muddle through shots and freezes,
flashes of light and in breezes -
so gathers by night, so gathers by night.
every action in the brightness
heaven’s posture and mellow lightness
set is an argent friend – silence
the rod of night wipes and brushes the silver spoon in the mouth of the sky
in the catch of attention, in the catch of attention.
a breeze utters so slow,
soft as flat fleets the sky, soft as down, the onlook of original eyes
soft as weakest night
too suddenly,
shows its eyes and rolls in emotion
drinks up wax - from the sky in devotion
eyes be kind, to part, let dreams drive, stars keep alive
shooting arrows strains in shots of momentous Eros
the night, her appetite, has fallen for me.
copyright 2010
