Hazy moon,
Knows its doom.
Races across the night,
Out of sight,
Behind yellow clouds,
Acting like muslin shrouds.
Without time’s clever,
Eyes you’d rule forever,
But day comes so soon,
So here is your side dish of doom.
Only a few hours left to hang high,
Only four hours to play in the sky,
So I grit the sand beneath my toes,
And let the tide takes away my woes,
As I walk the beach in silence,
Watching the moonshine in utter defiance.
I walk back to the circle of drums,
I see the dancers,
Exotic their silhouette,
I listen to the earth,
Lost in its blind oubliette.
I lay on the sand,
Dreaming as time-
Falls away-
And I’m left with only the divine.
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