we are giddy and playful
testing our new boundaries
looking for new adventures
in old words and scenes
we are feeling so full like this
bounty is and always was eternal
we forget to check inventory
we forget about cycles
and laws and pretend
we can play Gods on Earth forever
this is our waning gibbus

It didn't make sense
It felt Fingers
Chain link fence

So the moon dim
Gibbus tide riddle

Keep your wheel in the hairpin
Bite  a hook
You'll be my friend

Go ahead
Spike the ocean
A drop of salt blood
The wolf of horizon runs
Spilling fangs of
red dwarf sun

Can you water:
Crash against the rock
Until pieces of you break off
Pristinely lying on my skin

Think air until you hear
Grandeur breath of leaves
Mountain or dog
Sing songs of love

Goodbye
White cheek
Spun in moonlight
Foot to the path
Song on the tounge
Free til I'm dog
Whiskey til I'm drunk
Hold my breath
Count to ten
Blue eyes / begin again

Moon holds court before the sun
shuffles off lately. Looks so
beautirific hanging out in the cloudless
bright, blue sky. She’s got a secret
she’s holding in till she’s fully ready
in her own way. Glowing
with mysterious luminescence;
beckoning us to pay close attention.
She’s got something
that's gonna knock our socks off

going past the quarter of no return
feeling rather timidly
hesitatingly
full of something yet unseen
liken to smelling the baking cookies
but having to leave before the bell rings
here is always where trust comes in
has to or it all falls apart
till we begin again anew
distraction's got nothing
on this bright new filling moon

just nod if you understand
Close your eyes if you remember
I think you've started to
Let the memories slip between the cracks and
Now they dye your dreams
Clay colored were the thoughts of us
On a dark beach watching a gibbus moon rise
Oh you've forgotten

How two swans slept upon the pond
And we sat in the grass
Watching them drift

Naked feet
Car ride speeding next to the sea
The sky was more blue then
I remember
But I was Too young you told me
I wish I wasn't old enough to  
To feel this cut

she hides her details
behind a thin haze
of orange clouds
keeping things private
stuff no one need know
still shining brightness
enough
always enough
tired and enfolding
looking for nothing
resting in the glow
of pure presence