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Night Watch - For Rembrandt

The stars have descended a little lower, to keep us —
My kinsmen and I —company on this night watch
On a newly roused African night.
We filch a little bit of the effulgence of the waking moon,
Reluctant, with the invasion of jealous clouds, their plumes
Fragile with inconsistency.
We rely on the luminescence of each other’s eyes and the

Night-Watch

The light
travelling from
a long-gone
sun,
hits your face
and mine.
The time
stretched so thin
that it is vapor
around us.
Our hands touch
and all of physics 
dissolves.

Night Watch

Dark trees on the dark street stand still:
duty bound mute guards
between heaven’s stars and
solid earth,
locked, secret,
with no voice to me
as we walk on the black road,
not talking.

Night Watch

Miles past the nightstand
over the plastic water bottle.
the Ambien pill dispenser
and the soul-bruised eye shades,
an arrhythmic clock 
ticks like a bombed-out tank.

Of course there is the lampshade
(that lighthouse for the luminescent krill
of submerged consciousness)
that seems attached to my skin
whenever body parts want to cut ties
with a mattresses concave reality.

Secreted like a drugged shark
in the shallow

Night Watch

A man in a black overcoat walks into the night.
Under a street light a circle of autumn leaves 
shed their waning colors,
hues that reach just a little beyond 
that electric ring of light.

The man pauses to light a cigarette
one hand cupping the flame from his lighter.
He moves on into the black night
where everything, even fallen

Night Watch

Since the year fourteen five,
In a little Swiss town,*
There’s a job that will earn
All who do it renown.

From the top of the church
(A cathedral, no less)
Someone calls out the time
In a formal address.

Once an hour, this guard,
Called a “night watch” will yell
Just as soon as the sound
Fades away from the bell.

With a lantern held high
He

Night Watch

search for oddities
into space and time we squeeze
eons can be seen
through highly polished mirrors
on bitter cold night so clear

'The Accident' morphs
dim mysterious brown dwarf
skimming stellar turf
leaving possibilities 
constitutes dark energies

lustrous Milky Way
is where we reside today
facing come what may
dusty gas, huge black holes hide
where galactic center glides

interstellar bliss
where supernovas exist
fireworks not to miss
proves the cosmos

Night Watch

The wandering moon
                                  Waxes, wanes, illuminates
                

Night Watch

Five little furry feathered swans
Paddle on the lake in a curved line
Out along a rugged rocky island
Following shadows of a black pen
Danger will come with fading light
So mother guides her team home
Knowing that preying eyes watch
As stillness spreads, she feels alone

Night Watch

Go Through hither observing
Sublime sky’s with tiny dots
Large round bright light
Dark as a burnt coal night

Mist wandering and drifting
Water lapping over rocks
Crystals gather tightly together
Moving between toes

Castles built destroyed by waves
Heads sticking out of the sand
Dogs chasing round cycles
Suits that bare it all all

Two feet walking holding hands
Tall light spinning around
Sun sinking from sight at

Night Watch

beady eyes...darting
here and there... angst-reflectors
       unpaid prairie guard

Night Watch

K-eep your eyes aglow, 
G-azing at the twinkling stars, 
E-ven at the moon. 


Form: Acrostic Haiku

The Night Watch

The beauty of the intention
The intention of the beauty howls the moon
Night vision capture understanding love fine nights of glory
To view the angle that is suggest all eyes
For the wont of the pleasure the cooling of flesh what is of man
Cooler the weather tanning it of the mirror is frost or nearly weather what cold
Dutch

"night Watch Stampede"

                                                I looked out across this vast prairie,	
				an'

-conversing In the Night Watch-

I heard you in the night watch
and You said to me,
"My redeemed and precious one
what is it you see ?"

I remember how you said
that You died for me,
how in Your Word I've read,
Your death makes me free.

"My son, do you believe this,
that from death I rose ?
Yet this truth so many miss-
in their lives it

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