~
Pristine upturned mouth
charitable sanguineous lips
****** only when they sound as a heart murmur
filtering through dark canticle streams
to the bottom of a kalonoù pond
no more...
~

It was as simple as
turning off a light, or
crushing a bug.
He realized early
that reality had
a brutal side;
band aids didn't
stick to his heart
so he checked out;
he disassociated with
the scenery around him,
and created a kinder
world, with no
brutality or cruelty.

And then one day
he built a
sailboat made of
cardboard and silk,
and just sailed away.
There were no
shadows as he
smiled at the
putrid, bright sun.

The moon is beautiful tonight.
Full like the womb of a mother.
Growing and giving life.
Waiting to birth a new cycle.
Cycles that change the tides.
Wash away the old.
Birth in the new.
The moon is radiant and glowing.
Spreading light in the darkest of moments.
She exists so we know we are never lost.
She births hope.
Regeneration.
Cycles.
The moon is beautiful tonight.