new moon silicule

11 01 2013

A summers eve that spring will be,
still navigates a winter sea,
of gracious hosts who know what’s best,
for spirit passes every test.

Love light flies…

a poet sighs…

and sends his frozen dreams to sky.

A soul arisen,

breaking fast,

dazed of vision,

 a sail at last…

On breakers in a sounding sea,
of day bright stars – enraptured glee.
Arise the power, new moon flower,
awake in every day and hour,
bring aloft this poets’ wings,
let all his voice commence to sing,
the beauty of her mighty tale,
from gentle hill and modest dale.

Bless her land that he does till,
convey her gifts, through his free will.

In Stoic silence,

will he write,

through darkling day,

and brightest night.

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11 01 2013
Gretchen Leary

Beautiful!

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