Spoonfuls Of A Pink Moon

Enfolds the day ahead                                                          
As stars across marshland
That never takes
Same shape twice.

Fold yourself into me
As blanket
Spread o’er
Cobwebbed field.

Sundawn,
Path across water to the dark hills,
Radial roar, disc pink-spinning
To cut the light.

Sculpted sea shell
With sun laced nacre:
Pink eye ball in basin
Of universal oceans.

Still life of
Five oceans, seven continents
And yet,
So little.

Skied rooms leads to other rooms
Blessed by pink lipstick kisses,
All that hangs is not always by rope;
It’s the faith of kicking away the gallows.

That sadness I thought
Would never end
Became a friend.
My telescope is no more cracked.


ERULGCT #8