[MD] poetry

[David M]

> The bright moon,
> the wind moves leaves -
> geese not seen.
> 
> Flight across the pond, well met
> A being bigger than names
> 
> raindrops on the roof
> dead leaf oceans scattering
> who knocks at the door?
> 
> Weeping willow, strong old oak,
> fire dancing from ancient skies.
> 
> Fresh sweet cool air
> Solid comfort
> Deep stillness within the rush
> 
> Here..., It..., Is..., desiring,
> galaxies, and swollen breasts.
> 
> the wind stirs
> sick, achy, resting
> quiet sun shines
> 
> Change flowers in the wanting
> Petals inform beauty, grace
> 
> In milky way embrace
> Lustful Impassioned ethereal whisps
> Of angels breath in starry skies
> 
> Nothing, her darkness shining,
> words unwritten, waves unseen.
> 
> Her hair hung lovely as
> the autumns dusk,
> Her eyes dark almonds 
> 
> ...by a neurosurgical stroke so fine
> I find myself completely out of my mind..
> 
> clouds and blue,
> earth dripping cold water
>   - Get over it now!
> 
> Laughing, calling, babbling,
> this river flows well.

Into a future without flow,
under a sky no longer blue,
but with its calling no less true.