~~<♢>~~

i go out to meditate
what is it do i spy?
there, a ghostly gallion
rides the morning sky
floating on the crests of cloud
mare's tails sweeping high
moon, once proud, once dominant
the sun has made her shy
drunken in her swooning heart
she's surfeit with rye
now reaching the misty mountains
hidden from my eye
she, mystery incarnate
at last, goes down to die
in the arms of ocean's  trenches
for a while she lies
in night's darkness resurrected
gently, she will rise
in some foreign land or other
in a different guise

but how i love these mornings

when sun and moon collide


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