Always there’ll be our story of a light
hovering moon and snowflakes alighting
around our feet. We’ll remember a new year
eclipse, a spotlighted sky and really much more
than turning a decade. Yes, let’s make
words come round to snowfalling dark
and wishing of lanterns, high, lifted in friendship
and spangled by flakes from a blackening pelt
of the whole of the sky. We’ll hope to God
to re-make the silence; transform the land,
occluding the norm. Was that a beam
when our lanterns flew high or a gleam
from a hope of the fabulous? Steady your love
and come to your senses, it’s changing above.
I like that line, "re-make the silence; transform the land," because it ponders the link between something-ness and nothing-ness, a reproduction of the cycles of existence.
ReplyDeleteYour imagery is very compelling and your message rings well. I'm glad Leslie Moon twittered about you and I could find you :)
/hugs
The "Good" Doctor
I'm glad you liked the poem and picked up my attempt at the void between something and nothing!! ;-0
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