Sunday, September 4, 2011

Space Makes a Dark Glow

the night hawk tears air

wings a star wing crescent

horizon's breath

a body dreams sky in

aperture of mind

retina of stars inhaled air

a subtle voice of wind exhaled

ascension into

silence birdsong

cadence pulse a flickering

I wrap my voice behind

stars beam in shapes I cannot

name ways in I cannot say

sun arcs round

rest stone breathes

measured breaths

half shapes around reeds

shadow a stream braids

currents form light into seams

I read your shadow by those stems

a stream braids

reflections of stars

fade round stones

moment of moment

filled memory with ink

poured the universe

in other eyes

Rico Moore