day moon

late comes the sun
talking of you through the wires
talking of you in tongues

how can i feel worthy when
my reflection of your face
draws circles around the moon ?

how can i
climb this mountain of moonlight
with silver nets to catch some stars . . . ?

how can i
bring rain to the dry weeds?

sleeping with the words i sent to you
is not sleeping

sleep refusing to give me her kiss . . .

sleeping till dawn
brings shadows back into the world
late comes the sun

your smile in my hand
in my head

i would pay money to exorcise
the scent of you singing

to die on a thursday
morning
talking of you through the wires
talking of you in tongues

day moon . . .
she can’t sleep either

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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