Darknessoct182013

 

Now is the darkness

 

When the black moon

 

Rests

 

On the waterway,

 

In the windless,

 

Silent shadows

 

Of the invincible heron.

 

There is no one

 

Else, nothing,

 

Only the emptiness

 

Of time gone into the lost

 

And gray-

 

Mossed

 

Forests,

 

And of eternity not yet risen.

 

In the morning

 

Light, soon

 

Ring

 

The echoes

 

Of stray

 

Mists.

 

©Sharon St Joan, October 18, 2013

 

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