Sometimes the moon
With full and radiant face
Smiles down upon
The quiet secret place
And sometimes stars
Surprised from reaches dark and wide
Peer sparkling
Where the wonders are
And sometimes,
(O, this is best of all)
You, my friend
See and share
What fairy gardens flower for me.
Iron dawn
rolls
out
flat
Unpatterned
rumbles
into
the
colossal
caldron
of
mogul
day
The molten metal consumes all
And when the run is done
nothing is left
but emptiness
and
the
cold
brass-lined
sky
I see your star light
(a gift for me)
brilliant dewdrop
in the heavens’ sea
Scientifically
we know
you may have burned out
in super-nova final flare
and vanished
many eons ago
But for me
your scintillating light
time-traveling the destined flight
still bright
shines and shimmers
in the starry sea of night
When wind
Is right, there blows
Across the bright lit sky
A fleet that challenges the moon:
White ships
Float eastward…clouds, shadow and light
As galleons advance
The war—when wind
Blows right
I can at times admit some faults,
Released from prison-secret vaults,
And then repentant cry.
But not all.
Never all.
Pride that goes before the fall,
The small, the mean iniquity
And other sins which I
Do not wish myself to see
Still between the Light and me.
She was the unicorn who
Danced across center stage
On feet as light and soft as
Morning mist across the grass
You felt the wide wonder
Of all the children watching
Almost as if they too were
Unicorns flying free as air
From the plane window
Unearthly sky floor stretches
Impenetrable
Unending white clouds luring:
Pathway to a changeless blue
When melancholy,
That ancient shadowed sorrow,
Wanders the mind’s corridors,
Darkness rings the world of memory
Until through the haunted hours,
Shines a sudden song,
Glint of golden tambourines:
Your name remembered,
Surprise of lost laughter becoming light.
It’s best to let the past depart;
Why harbor such remembering:
What made the wound, who broke the heart.
It’s best to let the past depart;
Why hold we fast the fiery dart
That keeps the pain still embering?
It’s best to let the past depart;
Why harbor such remembering.
It’s best to let the past depart
And search each day for the bright new songs
To mend the wound, restore the heart.
It’s best to let the past depart;
Let new horizons’ healing art
Erase the ache of the unearned wrongs.
It’s best to let the past depart
And meet each day with brave new songs.