Thursday, October 6, 2016

moonlight and the bees-knees

Ah!
The day regret aligns with Mars
-- just an ordinary day;
the breeze from the west comes to unbuckle my heart
arrowing fiercely straight on through the dark
Alight in the wash of a tangerine sunrise
ripe with the harvest of fall
the sound of quiet is nothing if not ancient
the breeze in the maple tells all
No birds on this Saturday morning
no blue jay stealing my toast
just a tale and a ache a thousand years deep
and a flame that burns brighter than most
So untangle the honeysuckle nectar
smooth out the lines of regret
darkness brings the solace of moonlight
and
the tale is not over yet ....

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