Searching.
Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 10:26 pm
Night winks and over its eyelash verge
saunters the moon,
half-hidden in star-spangles merging
with darkening womb.
Hugely alluring to numberless shoals
of flight-followers
her orbed light guides unerringly those
searching tomorrows.
May meadow-flat sea's barbaric wand
breaking moon's prisms
on water's face make gale stay it's hand
so he sails back quickly.