The Moon World

Birds stop singing
and look to the moon
when the sun grows silent.

Quietly, candles
brighten against
the deepening night.

Shadow whispers,
thin by day
grow full
in the
moon world.

We walk bold
in mid-afternoon
bright as two
singing jays.

When you go
as all things do
and take the sun
away with you-

what light will I know,
what fire will grow
in the moon world?

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Beyond the Heart

Beyond the heart
a depth untouched
by fear, by desire
to possess.

Only diamond-
coloured joy
rings out-

a distant bell
almost heard.

I strain for that
pure note
as I live a
lesser music.