Beam of the Moon

November 23, 2009

Steam rises off the lake as
A fowl’s figure crosses the beam of the moon.
Summer smells in the air as a flower
In the garden of devotion that
Brings back your face in the beam of the moon.
Alas, avarice has reckoned with the sun
Burning sublime, like a fresh laid mine
In the harbor of despair that
Wrecks my heart in the beam of the moon.

Atlantis had risen to the sun in the seas
While Pegasus crossed the sky
A streak in the air of my consciousness that
Longs for the acts of Thor
To bring retribution and fulfillment.

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