The moon
Oh catch the moon...

ALL DAY ALONG.
All day along...

Having been happy in touching metallic skies
Or fingering the moon for its dusty overlay...

ASLEEP.
I fell asleep...

Under the pale blue soft skies
On white sanded sculpted shores...

Remember
Poetry is the blood of your visions...

I am the
Springtime of leaves...

Mortal nights
The wind with serpents...

Would not I carry my rugged pride
When element to element will mingle and reside...

These are the domains of our inner pride
Boundless as thoughts free based as twilights...

Dark dark the jocund space with downy flesh
Black bannered hideous gloomier than rest...

Swiftly swiftly passes by
The moonlit night...