02-03-2012, 04:11 AM
Stars do not destroy themselves
in one burst of fiery gold flame,
twinkling
to be buried in the hands of God.
Instead
fire fingers creep to the edges like
jars humming with electric karma lottery
for an obsessive compulsive.
The dark face of night is a wild drink
of soft precious amber and ripe rose;
sublime magnetism created the
Temple of the first kiss of love
with secret incandescent dreaming,
majik
and the tribe
of silver meadows of the moon.
in one burst of fiery gold flame,
twinkling
to be buried in the hands of God.
Instead
fire fingers creep to the edges like
jars humming with electric karma lottery
for an obsessive compulsive.
The dark face of night is a wild drink
of soft precious amber and ripe rose;
sublime magnetism created the
Temple of the first kiss of love
with secret incandescent dreaming,
majik
and the tribe
of silver meadows of the moon.