joy in the celestial
bring 3 wisemen ephemeral
from farthest hills
walk the dusty plain
call out His name
The Lord is born in Bethlehem
rejoice rejoice the people have
one voice
music flow like water to the sea
tears of thanks wash over me
river banks beckon no regret
bright star shine
the night
is calm
Mary with the child
in her arms.
surreal appeal arise sun star
airwave rave cloud shade
intuitive sky blink brink of pi
primitive pyramid invite sycophantic reply sky cry
dark dank ship in night sink sank heart trouble flip flaunt
fall over ice hot burn bitter
smart lark fly away snow in winter
odd duck scold geese cold feet
pray for Spring blue loon
return idiosyncratic moon
high tide yearn seethe churn
rancor rip anchor rope burn
wave invade bow slope stern
breadth length of Long Island
erode dissolve sand clamor clam
dig herself a hole ocean floor
she knows not how to ask for more.
complacent cellophane moon
hung out to sigh till noon
room
to ruminate the painted sky
flirt with a world apart
toss light beams far
candid star
fixed amidst the clouds and brooding sun
Venus vexed veers east of west
however in a spell the realm is real
for fantasy over rainbows feel
adrift before Earth to find
when God embodied man in kind
without the fear that borrows time
lacked the labored act that racked the thought
and broke the back
still in quiet chance suggest the night
enhanced in beauty ageless youth
the duty of your inspired rage
sets you apart from a sensitive sage
and I your lonely voice to dwindle down
if only to be a happy clown were i not a fool
to poison pen and say amends
when breaking all the rules and then
wellness wanted but not enough
life can be sweet life may be rough
if you’re who I think you are
you’ve heard enough.