Dwindling are the final nights,
the ebony skies on which you etch
your stark ethereal aura each year,
your superlunary circle of shine.
Mantic god’s eye, you watch us,
enigmatic as we inventory our yesterdays.
as we ponder new beginnings,
as we behold your lustrous crown.
Naked wreath of pallid gleam,
cleansing the lingering indelible ink
we all carry from our enfeebled judgments,
from our institutional callousness.
We never comprehend you.
We only see our plots and perils in you,
Still, in your stable presence,
your dispassionate appearance,
your silver shimmer to which
we ascribe our madness,
odd though it may seem,
we find a new year’s hope.
"Little Beaks"
A voice in the tumble clouds
deep silver crackles like thunder threads
Clouds of starlings
Blacken the eggshell blue sky
drowns many
A little beak
Heartbeats morph
together murmurate
vacillate their minds to unify
wings that hum like bees
A dance of seduction
envelops Blue Sky
The unseen
Superlunary
shatters the reversing
unrehearsed reverie
The Hidden One
in a forgotten
prophecy
speaks
Come little beaks
and night creatures
Daylight dares
the darkness one last taste
Like true romantics
and dead poets
mandolins their hearts
strummed eternally in seasons
Like words written on the sky
dance to make love of fun
Come starlings
little beaks
come taste
The Golden Sun
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2019)
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what can be done with fate
a soul a fragmented energy
predesigned in superlunary realm
fact is the same inflicted in to illusion
in the box of the Universe
trying to find the same unknowingly with ego
final perseverance speaks in
He the Supreme being is the absolute fate only
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