Timothy Ray Poet Free verse

Selenophile

the moon commences its' illusion
it rides the crest fully
survivor of Roche's Limit
survivor of human prediction
filling the night with shadow
my early morning walks
the light in the distance
calls thru canopied jungle path
the setting moon
stepping on the soft white beach
where a silver highway plays
in the rippling water, i am
the human past who long ago
beheld such a sight
without the shaman's cheap trick
nor the cold touch of science
have accepted the moon just is
beautiful to behold
we let each other be
we are one and the same
dancing thru the universe
and when this is no more
we will be lip to lip

i do not know what God is
and have no such need
yet whatever it is
it is magnificent

heaven lives to die
and in that death
life finds itself again
my wishes, mere mortal longing
that so might i
even Rimbaud capitulated
the reprobates fear of reprobation
and i have but one question
before the empyreal throne
is there in heaven, a moon

   Norma's roof Santa Cruz   95

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Gary Radice August 12, 2026 at 5:08 AM I felt the gravitational pull of your poem just from its theme Timothy. I too love the moon and especially your line “ where a silver highway plays in the rippling water” - imagery at its finest. All this and a nod to a French surrealist poet tells me Mr Ray is well and truly back! Cheers - Gary Timothy Ray August 12, 2026 at 7:39 AM The full moon in Mexico was a spiritual experience for me. I had several advantage points to experience it. Norma's roof, I could watch the moonset in the West and the sunrise in the East come up over the river valley. The magnificent frigates nested there during the night, and at the crack of dawn, when the thermals began, they would make their way into the Pacific Ocean. Their wingspan is 7-8 ft., sailing into a dying silver highway....and below that, across from Norma's home was the graveyard....hence the remark: I do not know what God is; standing in this awe, I can only envision magnificence....Norma's daughter would come and take me away years later....but that is another poem....thanks for your comment, it is good to be back