Oh moonlight, moonlight
A day bright but yet so dark
Glamour everything
They used to live here
Now they have gone on journeys
I still remember
Dawn seeks day relentlessly,
The blue wants the white,
Darkness in the heart wants light.
Summer night howls like a wolf,
As the moon rises,
Why care? I 'm with God.
Dark, cloudy dawn breaks,
And on a summer morning?
Arms seek loving arms.
is there a problem?
how can it be fixed quickly?
we can talk that helps!
Hard, stormy winter,
Unleashing its fury,
But my faith will win.
* tear drops freeze before
this howling winter wind as
Spring-like thoughts cry out.
* wild blossoms bloom
high on cliff's edge;
they create poetry
with the morning sun.
* beneath an Autumn moon
the sound of water trickles as
purple flowers bloom.
* between the cracks
red roses grow
in concrete dreams.
* a journey begun
through desert, jungle
and icy rain
to reach the mountain crest
and smell the Plum Blossoms there.
~~~redzone
A Beatnik poet thinks
the audience seats are empty
beatniks are the audience.