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

contour
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