As I have known

Moon is a fruit,
ripe nightfull,
of crystal lemons,
wasted in distance.

River is a night
agile and livid,
youth of a bee,
silence's impalpable roots.

Drop is a sea,
of tidal waves,
longing cesspoo
lof sorrow's naked joy.

Rain is a moment
wrapped in sky’s
mutant dews,
of infinite nothingness..

A void is...
the falling dusk
of a lament,
unfastened.

4/26/2006 1:53 PM - First Posted