after all

 

the dead don't always sleep.

no, sometimes we dance

     and sing

          and laugh

               and love.

yes, we love

     and we dream our dreams

          of tomorrows

               that never come.

but what does this mean

     or matter to you?

we are dead

after all.

starlight, star bright

whisper your wishes
   with prayerful lips
kiss each one
   before you sleep

catch them up
   in a crescent moon
and fling them out
   into the deep

 

(revisiting a childhood nighttime ritual)

super shorts

holding a poem

in my mouth

i fold the laundry

(my first attempt at a lune)

the lizard with no tail 

tells his tale

without a word

he has met the cat

(an old favorite)

yes

   time

      is short

and  

   between

      is so long

I  wait

      in the quiet

         remembering

the

    song

(another from the archives)

we want.

we yearn.

we long
  to burn.

 and yet
 
  we fear
    the fire.

the night before the rain

the midnight moon

slings wide

its murky-colored bow

among thin clouds

above my head

neck craned back

I gape and blink

in the warm tickles of wind

wondering what dark promise

this full moon bears

the puppy pulls her leash

snuffles in the grass

 unconcerned

with heavenly matters