Under the Moon

My mind’s eye preoccupation, I am captive to my guiding light, the source of all my equivocal influences. Erik Satie under the moon, Shadowy contours against a nocturnal silver sky, my subliminal ambient impressionism. I am walking a shrouded path, trudging through murky ponds where I find the silhouette of cattails swaying against the moon. Here, I inhale the night wind bouquet from which the violet violins play through all my dreams. Published: PS: It's Still Poetry January 2022