Monday, February 09, 2015

A Poem Draft


Cast through my heart some thin, pallid light
tangled in shadows that flow in the night,
ocean of darkness, with eddying black
muddled with motion, like spidering crack,
O moon, bright phantom.

Sing with a melody argent and fine,
higher than bell and as tinny as tine,
thin as a reed and yet rich as the spray,
angel-like mists that aeolian play,
O moon, sweet cantor.

Dream me a dream, my alchemist sprite,
manic with madness from unction of light,
pure as a potion, a medicine deep,
thick as forever and stringent as sleep,
O moon, cold curer.


  1. Brigitte Darnay11:57 AM

    Having previously confessed to being "moon'struck", I cannot but enthusiastically applaud you for this lovely poem...

  2. branemrys3:32 PM

    Glad you liked it!


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