Occasional Impressions

The Gemini Poets

A starlit night...

A starlit night - bare branches web the moon,
and she not minded to romance this night, but
white, pinched with old rage, peering down,
clashes her hard light against our mortal world.
Heaven-high, aloof in fatal beauty, yet not like
to be remote from men who do and who endure.

The ebb and flow of tides obey her gentle
yet relentless beckoning. Treacherous power...
Troubled dreams she sends, and turbulence,
striking the thin chill menace in our melody,
sardonically viewing our desire for harmony.

jeh

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