The Big Dipper, splashing across the sky
like a three- masted schooner
against blue-black clouds lit from behind
by the bright white spoon of the moon
The dark blue sky listens as the crickets cry
echoing across the darkened valley below me...
A moon nearly full shines illuminating the pines
the tops swaying in the late summer breeze
and a thought seizes me, how this please me
to my knees it brings me in almost a prayer
am i saying it correctly
feel like an ass braying trying to convey it,
for words could never be enough.....
If a pictures does paint a thousand words,
are a few enough and would the lines blur
between why you see and what you feel,
between the imagined from what is real?
How the moments steal away,
like the line between night and day
Between what you think and what you say
there are a thousand moments...
(written 08-11-11)
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