long waiting in the desert of the mind
hard derma full encapsulating steady sleep
the fragile point of all beginnings
waiting on the moisture breech
a liquid reach
that feeds a timed response
within
and then
expands n stretches first the life-ped
stable held to place
positioned for receiving grace
expansion reaching slow minute meanderings
away from all geometries of earth
reach reaching toward the son
…..though futile in the reaching
still one thrives within the warmth
relentless
until death
we'll turn to follow
face
and find
life’s banner for the real
moonlight ribbon
in dark of night
a glance toward
moonlight ribbons on the darkened sea
shimmering the path
toward unknown shores of sand n rock
yet to be seen
for now imaginings
alone prevail our
leanings on the rail
of ancient dreams
a ship
that trips and glides the silken waves
and desert sands
sails sighing
longing for the new
the words must now be spoken
close to each companion’s ear
where breath felt syllables and
scent of skin
n minting rush of knowing
leans within
a gentle reach
a tree side sleep
but never breeched
for want of steady stride
stomp stomping underfoot
a shadow trance
a mummers dance
reflecting all the dark sides of the moon