a winter’s afternoon

astral projection
light years past propulsion
a hastened clip
duel rockets tied to every ship
picking up the pace
aurora’s pearly smile upon her golden face
to comb her flaxen curls
with the teeth of stars
waiting it out till night
recedes in the glory of day
to light up the sky with blue
the sun follows suit
as cool as a moon in a winter’s afternoon.

light of day

stars like silver foil kisses
served on Little Dipper dishes
the man in the moon croons a tune
of song about his only sun
to rise and set in clarity
the wisdom in his charity
fire burns brilliantly his golden mastery
resilient flame he dance before the Earth
heat is neat in skies the limitless blue
clouds sheer as shimmering shawls come near
to beckon the beautiful center of the universe
God’s gift throughout the heavens
the angels tumble and roll
cajoled by the laughter of levity
mild in the month of May
behold the light of day!


morning sun evening moon
majestic ocean come what may
in east end towns by the bay
the moon is full
to color the day
in pinks and grays
green gold inlays
the 8th fold path
moon bath
creatures turn a snowy white
in the light of a star filled sky
felt the petal and the leaf
under cover of belief
in the forest where the air would weep
the grass too tall to worry
the short end of the greener stem
exude young shoots a mauve in rows curved curly
in morning the moon descends to dream
in evening the stars wrapped in silver
of merriment mirrored
sparkling suspended animals in
cobalt sky
for everyone
a hug from God
for a tender goodnight.