O, hearken, now, and dim the lights as glory fills, first watch, of nights and Heaven's veils are slowly drawn, signaling the day is gone. Take up your posts, ye watchmen, strong -- the birds have hushed, their solemn song .
Second Watch: 9pm-12am
Civil Twilight flashes green on horizons seldom seen unless ye know just where to look to find the passage, some forsook ; through eye of needle, light the way-- darkened night, replaced the day.
It's late I want to write I don't want to read nor scry
I don't want to design consumeristic graphics I simply want words to emerge as the Moon from behind clouds illuminating the field while I, as Ruth, glean what's left behind before threshing the miniscule amount into an ephah of poem to carry home ~
It’s darkened We’ve been here for hours We slept together Long day Running back and forth I kept trying to pull you Like a yoyo string But the string broke And I had to rewind the string And I realized I wasn’t supposed to pull the string at all I am to let the yoyo fall Pulled by gravity Not by me Who am I to control the sea I am not the moon.
We are star dust Living under the light Of a thousand stars. They are our inheritance. The universe flows Through our veins. We both emit light And reflect light. We are both wished upon And we are Someone's dream. Our dimples twinkle When we smile. We are radiant Until time stands still, And the seas walk backward, And other stars Are collapsing, But we grow Into a supernova, Something more beautiful Than we were before. So, in that dusky moment When you...
INTERRUPTED FLOW OF THE LOWEST DREAMING STONE (Thurs., Aug. 12th, 2021, 8:42am, Palm Springs, California)
quietly slipped away again adrift in dreamlands mysteriously morphing boundless fluid realms until i suddenly became aware id been vaporously dispensed into the lingering sapphire mists here in the subliminal inner dimensional world of three hot noggins not while simultaneously all caught up in yet another parallel inner worlds similar lingering ...
Sunlight squints across the horizon, Leaving trails of pink and orange as it fades. The sky exchanges her daytime robes of azure For her alluring indigo night attire. As crickets chirp and mosquitos buzz, A whole new world emerges. Night creatures begin to appear As humans tire and begin to relax. The children's excited shouts are silenced While sleep carries them to morning. What's done is done; what's said is said. Today has been lived, and tomorrow is a new day.