The hills and rills
of the Moon beam
in a frigid still.
of the Moon beam
in a frigid still.
The ravenous asphalt
consumes the spotless light,
and yet redeems its stony heart.
On a quietening Earth
the light touches down
nestling in the air,
On a quietening Earth
the light touches down
nestling in the air,
and pastes the trees with milk.
With saucer eyes the animals
lap up the stillborn dawn,
as in the magic hour.
The aged man
The aged man
alone within his grief
unfolds a nuptial memory
and lays it by the bed.
unfolds a nuptial memory
and lays it by the bed.
It shimmers from the moonlit night
that melts away the years
and cloaks him in a lazy tenderness.
A girl at brink of womanhood
A girl at brink of womanhood
sighs herself to sleep
from pangs of feckless love.
The moonlight through the open blind
transforms the vestiges of childish things
to shadow dancers on her wall.
The hills and rills of the Moon
The hills and rills of the Moon
stand frozen by the light.
It knows too well the magic it unpeels
to boast to fulsome stars.
Content within its ashen sleep
while dreaming of the Sun.
June 8th 2009
June 8th 2009
I´m thinking of Coleridge now, from
Pandaemonium. 
...
you grammar Nazi, you. 
Let's see what Bruce has to say for himself. 
< bossy boots. 
I'll have to see
if the entire film is on youtube...
