17 February 2009

Friday Night Poems

Temples #1
Awestruck calm
the wind knocked out
soaring space and hush
hiss and rush above
black water and sky
breathe and release
into the grid, a factory
of mind's confection
patterns of stillness
and time flowing
in circular air
caressing smooth stones
mimicked by the mind
and absorbed, twinkling
ancient stars blotted out
by glass reflections
older than the monolith
centered calm inside
a swirling city night

Temples #2
reflection of lights
stars buried under water
fiery little souls