The Clockwork of Spirits Renga No. One

The marquee moon
Wades in the umbra of her
Twilight garden,

Grasping the final moments
Of obscurity.

She will touch them
The upturned face or bowed head
Bathe them in silver

Slowly caressing before
Dawn breaks naturally

As dissolution of the eclipse
Makes solution 
Into flower.

The blooming dissolution
Flutters before it is time…

Restless ticking in her
Twilight sleeplessness
Mirrors the dawn.

Unravelling
Breached abyss
Alluring all

Into an unending peace
Kissed by a dark light.

By

Michael Hall

Susan Ray

A.J. Walker

Donetta Sifford

Symon Aidan Smith

T. Pascal

Katie Anderson

E.A. Howlnice

Tommy Fry

©2013

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