an empty egg

this morning for breakfast
I was given an empty egg

when I opened it with my spoon
all I found inside was a sun and a moon
bright fish within a golden net
dark city that I can’t forget

all this inside an empty egg

nothing more

tiny explosions sent him reeling from his workshop
pleased with himself at first
but later distraught at the coarseness
of his efforts

later he took to arranging stones
polishing late into the night
and agonizing over the placement
of each pebble
which he could never get right

when his first book of verse came out
the faint grey typeface on the
homemade papers of blue and green
and subtle hints between
made it arduous upon the eye

so he took to beachcombing
scouring the shore for nothing
that would satisfy
until someone asked him why
and what did he hope to find

why love of course
are you blind?

but love cannot be found
and I’ll be bound never shall
love will find you
or you spend your whole life through
without it

then I shall capture starlight
in a jar

the careworn qualities
of my heart

the peacock’s cry
within a book

the way the moonlight looks
on a desolate shore

and nothing more

nothing more

moon madness

tonight I was visited by the moon
just me
she didn’t come to see the rest of you
we have an understanding
at least I do
that when she goes behind clouds
I cry out loud
and the little things
make me howl
like our age difference
which is alarming
her superiority
which is disheartening
of her beauty
don’t get me starting
but she can be unkind

heavenly body
heavenly mind
moon madness

[first posted 28 Sep 2013]

Dark Passage

Dark passage, dark tide,
down corridors he slides
to sit by her side
for one moment.

The door swings wide,
through glass the moon shines,
he leaves her cabin
in torment.

The door swung wide,
the truth lay inside,
the loneliest walk
is to the side.

Down corridors he slides
to meet the dark tide,
the loneliest walk
is to the side.

A dark passage he took
to the side.

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[first posted 8 December 2014}

quicksilver

lunar glow upon the ocean
a thousand times he casts his net
never has he caught her yet
steadfast his devotion

quicksilver love is wild and senseless
now he casts his body in
never to return again
quicksilver love is endless

the moon it smiles upon the ocean
evermore her smile is set
evermore she’ll cast her net
in vain for such devotion