October 25, 2011

The Moon

Bouquet with Full Moon

The way that body, the moon, sublime, purposeful,
suddenly steps out over the peak,
bringing the night to serene completion.
Just so my voice rises purely
over the mountains of No More.
And the astonished places you inhabited and left
ache more clearly for you.

Uncollected Poems

1 comment:

  1. Bittersweet and elegant, the voice of longing like the moon in a deep midnight sky. Lonely, aching, yet still complete, if we loop back to the original image. Only a poetic mind, I think, can imagine the state of seeking the beloved in their absence, as completion.


"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!