When I fall from grace in n my dreams I learn to fly into the moonlight sonata that shakes me awake . I return with a new song to sing. Sometimes sad, long, or just a ditty, then make coffee. Start day anew. Amazing what the moon can do.
Gorgeous poem. Had to read it several times to get to the different meanings. I wonder if the ebb and flow of the lines have anything to do with seasons or the different phases of the moon?
As your dreams blossom
under the shadow of moonrise,
like chrysanthemums eyes wide
at the first light kiss of Autumn...
I love the image of the dreams blossoming. Wonderful.
When I fall from grace in n my dreams I learn to fly into the moonlight sonata that shakes me awake . I return with a new song to sing. Sometimes sad, long, or just a ditty, then make coffee. Start day anew. Amazing what the moon can do.
What a line:
"into a champion
booming with blood"
Gorgeous! Love how the words just tumble down the page.
Gorgeous poem. Had to read it several times to get to the different meanings. I wonder if the ebb and flow of the lines have anything to do with seasons or the different phases of the moon?
Boom and rattle, Daniel!!!
'like chrysanthemums eyes wide' ⚡