(no subject)
Upon the Rising of the Moon
sweetly sweeping across
the cumbersome cumberland sky:
a crooked milkyway collapsing
into a vertigo of stars
all falling freely,
falling faintly,
like leaves or lovers leaping
into a new dispensation
a new covenant like the old
except explicit
delicate and boundless
worded precisely though
never fully articulated.
and the understatement failed
as much as the overtures
did not succeed
and the distance is fading to
silence
as the two points cease to be.
whatever mask we masqueraded in
has split into infinitives
and to rightly love
is not always substantive.
and the moon has risen up
slumbering across the sky
like a caravel flying through
a mist of night and i
would have you there
bathed in the light all
silver and silent and unaware
of the daring bold and fearful
child running in the fields
clothed in the light
of the silent nighttime
rising and falling
like a ship on the waves,
like the moon on a tide
of silver mirrored sunlight,
like the heart of a child
vacillating with the smell
of flowers always dying,
like a Savior's palpitating
heart slowly fading to silence,
reaching into darkness, teaching
obedience and forgiveness.
teaching love
in no uncertain language
delicate and balanced
Worded precisely
though perhaps not
fully heard.
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l.l