The moon is the queen, sky mother
The sun is the king, sky father
They love and they need each other
I pray, seeking to uncover
The secrets of their true wonder
How they shine, oh, so brilliantly
How they love us, yes, distantly
They make love during their eclipse
See the bright touching of their lips
Their love endures, persistently
Depression comes fast
like a thief in the dark night
breaks into a house
steals your sense of sanity
robs you of all you hold dear
Are you ready for summer?
And days that burn bright and hot?
This year will be like no other;
fears of the virus are naught
Above clouds of grayish-blue
we see a blazing orange sky;
how did we get up here?
we’ve stopped asking why
We desire to see the world
and all its glorious sights,
we travel anywhere we wish
we fly through colorful nights
How did we attain this power?
We really do not know,
we go anywhere at any hour
come with us and we will show.
(Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash)
Deep in the woods at night
I came upon an awful sight
a corpse, ashen and stiff
it was quite a terrible fright
The body was by the cliff
and suddenly it did shift
I screamed, ran like hell
my legs moved very swift
Triumph of underworlds,
drag me down to depths
with low-lifers, soul-slicers
we sing a dreadful tune
of praise for dreary gods
in a minor key, keyed in to
secrets of specter selves
Watching the horizon, bright sun rising above
baking the desert this lonely morning
I came here for mystical union, total silence
but the mighty sun cares not this morning
What of the Desert Fathers, who searched for love
retreated to their cells in the morning?
Did they unlock secrets, away from violence
find perfect solitude in quiet mornings?
I’ve read their books, listened to their tales,
but the words escape me this morning
I want my eyes to be removed of scales,
like St. Paul seeing Jesus in the morning
