Thursday, October 5, 2017

moonlight and the bees-knees

The days
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 pale 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 Thursday 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
the tale is not over yet

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