Tuesday, August 2, 2011

serendipity in a paradox 4.




I walked with the moon tonight
a gold sickle:
sharp and bright.

She cradled his head
darkened, faceless
and dead, 

400-billion 
milkyway
suns shone instead.

3 comments:

  1. Fab Di....
    Deep and cooooool!

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  2. With golden lunar hand swept low
    She grasped what earth-bound keythong wrote
    To hold till later griffin soared
    On eagle's wings to read those notes.

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