Your hands taste like the moonshines watery beams,
Touch me all o’er. I need you,
The schematic

The feverish summer Moon
has slipped her luminous silver skin
to bathe –

there it rocks on the

You hear faint laughter from the moon,
because moon lacks the vastness
that defines the

How this cooling Moon, daylight ember –
her silver eye crying over shiverless water
to grinning

It is the Moon’s word,
hung among whispering stars.

Luminous white root:
before dust, stone -

That nightly changes, subtle and bold,
a pale ghost , or a beautiful beacon.

The moon rocks - a

Lunar
trajectory
meets earth's umbral shadow.
Watch moons face a copper penny
eclipsed.

snow moon -
her soft curves warm
in his hands

A sphere of plush black velvet,
the highest, widest, vault of heaven,
is soft and soothing to our

She invites and entices, her frothy skirts
sweep in, then retreat. A temptress , her voice
is

full ice moon -
the garden's balcony view
in monochrome

shining silver strands of moon beam

web the pink of a shut eye

in a flickering room, under

See

No man lifts her veil. The Queen of night
peeps shyly over the horizon, spills silver
on

I saw something really beautiful this morning. As
I was driving towards work, the full moon was

a squid cloud
trails long tentacles -
a storm moon eye.

full ice moon -
my garden revealed
in monochrome

God open's one eye.

Silvered
moon, a pupil
in a vast clear iris.
When God's giant eye hula

The moon rose up full in the sky,
when it heard the sobs of a little dove’s cry.

“What ails

Triremes pull towards
Syracuse, Archimedes
pie-eyed at the moon.
Third-century Corinthian

An evening like this,
I could lift the floating Moon from water.
Hold the planet’s shivering

Moonbeams dance
to catch me
in their pale shimmer
and the earth
drums with life
as I

You may want to imagine this:
The moon shines bright for me - for you
As it slips and slips in

Selene Trembles.

Moon
quakes
lasting
for an hour
no tectonic plates
to break - but hostage

Filling up night sky
ghosts circle around
eerie, voiceless, scary!
A cry from me for

I get up, have breakfast,
watch the sunrise, take pictures.
Drive to another city
in another

Tempting,
awakens memories
of no return.
Beauty of sincerity
excitement of gone days.
Joy

The moon
It dies tonight, only to rise stronger tomorrow

It waxes and wanes
but even on new

past midnight

the moon searches through branches

for sleep

Diana’s Song

I saw the moon last night
waning
Clouds slowly drifted
towards

Are you afraid?
Just let your soul take flight
Take my hand
Forget your woes tonight

Look to

The Typewriter
2014

The only sound I hear is the sharp clicking of the keys
My cold fingers

Once more, sleep, evade me
I've missed your crystal ship
That so often persuades me 
To softly

Sacred moonlight 
Peer through the glass indifferent 
Sky and trees you pass, so kiss

Covert and broken
Soft lovers dance beneath the moon 
They plant the seed for a rose destined to

There’s something magical,
when the soft sunlight
filters through the slits in your window,
the

The sand rolls ahead, a rippling carpet,

Smooth and pure under the glow of the moon.

The