Sensible Weather calls

for sensible shoes.

Sensible shoes

for Sensible Weather.

Cowdown

The cow is down, below the moon

hoping her lady will get here soon

bringing her dreams like breakfast in bed

crying her way through the night.

Now is the time for us to sleep,

consigning our souls to the deep.

Pull down the shades, put out the light.

Heaven is all in your head.

Ships Are Real

Now at last the ships are real,

Oblivion's shore slides under the sea.

For memory to be set free

To know must be more than to feel.

Everything

Everything you have can be taken away.

All that you love you will lose someday.

The Moon Rose

The moon rose, slender & pink
      in its clear vase of sky.

A rosy evening settled the west.
Destiny was manifest.

Songs About Death

Still
Burning
Music Hangs.
Someday,
We Dream.
 

The Stars, The Stars

last night i was looking at the stars before going to bed (as i always do, weather permitting). i started thinking about how we are apparently the only species on earth that bothered to look up at the stars and make up stories about them, catalog them, and ultimately figure out what they were. then i thought about what forms of life might exist out there, how radically different & perhaps to us unrecognizable they would be, and wondered if any of them had evolved that level of curiosity & wonder, and how many of them (however many years in the past or future, as light takes time to travel) were looking back at me.