May 6, 2004
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Dawn's Moon
The day was new born, sleepy. I walked in a pre-dawn penumbra effused with morning mist and dew; wisps of fog concealing the murmuring, gurgling snores of streams sleeping.
Driving home past moist silvered fields with their Canadian geese guardians, dark peck, long slender necks, necks more felt than seen; timeless, alone in first light, the knife edge of the terminator.
The sky was artist pallet purple, ether mixing indigo night with a dawn's edged pink on blue reflected smoky yellow from the moon large up over the southern horizon, coyly starring at me from behind cirrus clouded curtains; intense soft and desirous.
We played "see me now" all through the drive home, Luna running from Sol, tree top to tree top, giggling light as she went; I darkly glissade slate gray streets only beginning to straighten and snap into reality - she'll never let me catch her!
Home and the door frame embraces my shoulders as I pass into its cool intimacy. I woke with an angel and left heavens warm fleshy knotted embrace to relegate myself to this firm stable, a stall with all my sheets of hay.
Time to start the day.
Comments (4)
lovely descriptive language here. Lovely!
Wow that one is great. The images you get off that is sheer bliss. It's awesome nice work.
Mmmmm.....
Lovely...
For being such a poet, how did you end up in software engineering? Is it (eng.) a hindrance/blockage, or an equalizing/stabilizing force? I'm just curious.
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