Silent stranger,
The moon over the city
Passing unnoticed.
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Neighbors chattering,
Neon lights, cars humming.
The lone moon, passing.
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Autumn, all these leaves
Falling through the damp air
Lay on the floor, silent.
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Alone on the balcony,
Cool summer breeze carries –
Buzzing voices of too many houses
Drawn tight together like a honeycomb,
Basel scent,
And the light of this full moon.
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Poetry,
A simple smile yearning
To your height
– O Moon.
What if the most sublime music ever played breathed through the flute of a shepherd a thousand, thousand years ago, covering the wooded mountains and ancient hills like gilded clouds at the moment of twilight, like the beloved’s breath at dawn weaving the garden into life?
What if that music is still hovering all around us like an all-embracing breath, and if we fall really, really silent, and listen, if we open up and receive the world into our flesh, or simply glide like gurgling water into hers, we can breathe it in again and again, quivering like a leaf above autumn’s lake?
Dusk, a crimson cloud
Of lost voices, breathing – snow,
In softest flame, drowned.
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Soft edge of twilight,
The grapes, gold flushed, contemplate
– white face of the moon.
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Below this full moon
I bared my soul to the rose,
She smiled, soothing me.
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Waxing poetic,
Rose and flower sigh at me,
Blinking wide – suckle.
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Deep into the wood
The deer leaped, and vanished,
Stealing all my thoughts.
A beckoning flame –
Your sacred name, from my mouth
A fountain, wanting…
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Each letter, a spell
Binding air to flames rushing
Through hollow deeps – claimed.
Torrential outflow,
In dawn’s face, love, a still source,
The fountain of grace.
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A stormwind shaking
All roots out of their safety,
Stripped bare, a clear sky.
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This roaring stillness,
The river of stars dewing
On the face of dawn.
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Gulping down the sky,
Torn open by blue secrets
Flowering, the sun.
Lingering over your heart,
A cool kiss of dew breathed
By the mouth of night just before the dawn
I soak into your skin,
Absorbed like lovers’ mouths in a gentle kiss
I sink deep down,
Traveling like bodies tangled in lovemaking
Through the heaving of your breasts,
Pouring like a stream amid rosegardens
Through the shivering passion of your ribs.
Below your belly the moon –
Translucent womb where stars
And unheard whispers burn out
With a sigh of surrender in the great white –
Burns with the first light of day
As from your eyes
And from the parting of your limbs
Rays are gathering and dancing
Like moths around a candlelight
Heralding the great birth.
Blowing through the leaves,
The wind, a passionate flute
Crying to the moon.
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Through the flute, His breath,
A music gently blowing,
Weeping from closed eyes.
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In the white river,
A reed, hollowing out, sings
The sap pouring through.
