All that we thought was lost is merely stars, Burning brighter still than moon or sun; But far, so far we cannot call them ours, Waiting out of reach and never won. This twilight drives an arrow through my soul, Clinging to the dust at end of day. Never to
Taste of bitterness. Why does anger burn like this, Years after you fled? This shared draught we drain: Boiling froth and liquid fire. My only solace. postscript Another Mondo done with Parsat: [link] Again for Project DFC's JJJ challenge. This time I asked the question and he answered,
Gazing at the moon: Do we see the same moonlight Though miles hold us back? All the miles will fade In light of all our midnights Blurring into one. postscript Mondo written with Parsat: [link] For ProjectDFC's Jubliant Japanese June.
If you who are the emptiness of space, And galaxies are all yours to command, And all there is of love is in your face, And grace flows down to us out of your hand, Then we are blessed beyond what we have earned, And cannot speak the depth of
Finality rings forth in every peal-- Stubborn in the wind go ages past Laced with hope and beauty, full and real; Ringing, winging, breathing now their last. Comes a lull between the exhaled breath Ripe with such potential and such fear. Inhale peace and joy or inhale death: The future