Saturday, June 6, 2009

My Morning Star

Rising shine from a darkened dawn
gazing upon expectancy of desirous 
notion in the afterglow of humming give.

The delirious watch an enigmatic
eastern sky in wonder and puzzle
for tell tale signs of westing rollick
within a jazz rift... begging for more.

There is less in the telling
of a bleached purity and
patch of soul... for Juno.

Heavenly bodies do not confabulate
nor share tokens of the inexpressible
under the goggle of a mortal peer.

That is why.... close to you.


  1. your words always promote thought for me

  2. Thank you! I think it is a good thing to be thought provoking. Words can be a playground for the mundane of reality.