The moon told me you’re never far
‘Tween who you’ll be, and who you are
Should you need rest, her door’s ajar
And she shall watch you, as a lar
Nature
Altitude
Twenty thousand feet above
His life and how it seems
Somewhere between the moon and clouds
Is where he’s hid his dreams
Blue Skies
No thrills, no chills
No iron wills
No highs, no lows
No come-to-blows
No start, no end
No becket bend
No jeers, no tears
No stagnant fears
Just me and you,
Whatever comes to
Just you and I,
And big blue skies
Plummy
This is the first day
This is the ripest plum
This day pierces the ruby skin
Of all the rest to come
Go to Water
She told me, ‘Go to water’
What I found were icy sheaths
Shifting plates of paradigms
But we were still one, underneath
Q.R.V.
Winter snowflake, autumn leaves
Soft spring and summer breeze
The wind of every season
Carries with it Q.R.V.
To the Lip
The moon asked me to fill your cup
With yarns and rhymes from sailors’ sups
Each time your soul doth take a sip
You’ll fill hers up back to the lip
Mantra 2
When you fear you’ve lost your way
Your compass spinning in this fray
Find the truest North that lies within
The truest North; where you begin
Wonderland
We persuaded powdered angels
Clutched hot cocoa in our hands
And whetted winter’s whimsies
In Imaginationland
Libertas Virtuti
The moon told me we must stay true
To what makes me, me, and what makes you, you
If we can hold on, steadfastly
We’ll know libertas virtuti
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