A Light Storm
We will be the same age under the same new moon
When the adroit hands of darkness
colors our life
and sharpens our eyes
with what is not seen
and silver outlines.
...29.5 days so cycles the moon
through each blessed phase....
as we race to the New
and swing from the Crescent
to bask in the Full....
Your breadth and my depth will help
one to see...
And the light brightens your eyes. . . And your shadow cools
We wrap up all demensions
Cascaded in imagination previously jingling in pockets. . The light of broken rules
I exhaled the Shade
You inhaled the Light
We're spinning still...
on Opposite sides
of the Orb of Night...
And ponder the colors made;
blue, white and grey
Yes. Pulled by the magnetism of our poles
Together our words clash . Streaming through hand forged worm holes
To cause the world to spin, along with eyes
Us. The eyes of the storm that blows through
Eye opening and recycling the collection
A New Moon
Reshuffling the deck
with an ace in the hole.
An eye of coal
waiting to be lit
by day
and gold