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Shadows of the Moon
~ Carol Dixon
The silence of the darkness
Offers a velvet background
To the lunar illumination of the land.
The carpet of untouched snow glimmers
As it enjoys the touch of moonbeams,
Forming a twinkling canvas upon which the goddess paints.
She winks and transforms tall trees into twins,
Joined at the feet, one tall and straight,
The other bending with the waves in the snowy sea of white.
Watching the painting unfold,
He feels the branches of the trees
As he stretches his arms
And lets his fingers bathe in the softness of the night.
As he glances down to his shadowy reflection
He sees it as his own while absorbing the significance
Of the differences.
Will power surges through his strong, purposed body,
The missing piece in the translucent charcoal proxy
Nestled on the snowy blanket below,
Flowing with every wrinkle to change form,
Yet, somehow still unmistakably his own.
The shadowy fingers sign to him,
Whispering doubts, regrets, insecurities...
Telling him secrets that he had tried to leave behind.
No malice is felt, only the honesty one finds
When looking deeply into a mirror without fear.
The queen of the skies
Begins pulling her black veil
Over her iridescent face
As she settles for her day's rest
Behind the body of her mother.
His tall straight body seems to sigh,
As he smiles and absorbs his reflection,
Knowing it only demands audience
In the shadows of the moon.
~ Carol Dixon
Translucent indigo satin
Flowing in misty waves,
Bejeweled with uncountable lights,
Into the unseen, unknown,
Of rainbow colors
In cosmic shapes.
The night sky brings oneness,
Brings unity to consciousness,
Soothing to a disconnected soul,
Coherence in the boiling chaos
Healing stress fractures
Of the heart
With its offer of renewed perspective,
Like a universal sigh
As I breathe the crisp air
And listen to the unheard melodies
Of the eternal Watchers.
fills my heart
rest on the
stretch and pull
soul to soul
I Love This Day
~ Cloud Dancer
I love this day
the constant rain
drop drop drop
The street flooding
overcast & gray
Let this last all day
Its what we need
the desert needs the water
the skies need to rain
endless tears from fallen clouds
saying what my heart won't allow
to be visible
A winter's day
And secret pain
~ Dawn Karima
(for our son and other babies who wear the ancestors' names)
On your tongue
In the air
Long enough to
To the memory of gerunds.
In a name
That summons the saints,
Asks for the ancestors,
Calls God by Name.
Savor the power of your name,
While your mouth waters,
the seeds of sound flames
Root deep in your soul and stay.