moon through trees silk screen

Byjucasso

moon through tree silk screen
cheer up soiled grass thinking
pine green envious
drink in moon beam qualm
the slow packed pace back to farm
brings your travels jogging
notice leaves bounce in the
fluctuating lit branch
off objective reflective other worldly
spirits marooned in the night swoon
secret sugary tart cooled by evening
coat palates nocturnal in tandem
brittle candied ribbon overlap the saucer
meandering fireflies head for the top of the trees
to parade pomp romp with so many bees
that bring about attention to the deficit of day
passed the sun that set his mind or may
regard the moon forever in his way
scene stealing cache
the moon bent on the bay
worried as a line in the sky
of stars that don’t ask why
they only come out at night
it is an offering a gift sought
the sun zealous break into a grin to bring
the moon too emotional to be alone bright cool translucent intrinsic
crystal blown
stars love our world unconditionally
they light up the night sky transfixed
a compass for the purpose
God may find us
to heal every living being
so help us God
all knowing all seeking
His love in sweet regard.

a waters whim

Byjucasso

in thistle worn withered wicked worried winter, hysterical eccentric
concentric troves of
groves the weeping willow grows-
the strut admired beginning transpires-the forest run amuck-every
little fawn marsh golden yellow, the lagging lack of plight into the
night better days perfumed bloom a musty musk I ask we must but enter
in confederate strongholds seek wisdom
becoming to a mortal-heaven help but be for goodness sake the bough
may break the gist and I would wonder why it takes so long to win a
hug as after all the fall will fall befell the random night you could
not lift a life so long a fright has logged the fire burning bright as
candle burns a waxing moonlight shown white as silver stars carry on,
forsaken souls receive their gold as sorrow send the sultry sun to
change estranged remorse with love to touch the hearts of everyone-
and if in turn the grounds are burnt
the shadows fall on pavement split-parched so long a summer simmered,
inclined to toast the berries off the bush-figurative study a deluge
rain came and muddied the more the body struggle aches her trouble to
the break of boast to boost the worst most
stranded, remind the early tide rebounds-take me out to sea-regard me
as a body of water set me free one weekend night in mid flight from
anger ending possibility
and I the guilty party counted on a misanthrope to wage the war to
open doors-I hid timidly to hear the angels sing a miracle lost-skip
stones a waters whim-to miss the kind heart melt
that kissed the dawn of mornings felt-I follow allowing her gentle grin
that has her in my heart again.