the moon peels back each
in tremulous cadence
her outer raiment
…the darkening orb of earth
...
bursting down broadway blazing with mozart
the paramount tosses out onto lacquered pavement
bundled parcels under deco neon
(mozart forty-one tonight! etc. etc. etc.)
...
you are not the seconds and minutes and hours of things
or the days and weeks and months and years of things
or whatever to me love could or should be to you the very center
...
Choral and Instrumental Conductor, Music Educator and Boychoir Director. Literary efforts include short stories and poetry. Reside in San Francisco Bay Area.)
Walking At Dusk
the moon peels back each
in tremulous cadence
her outer raiment
…the darkening orb of earth
waxing she eases
bathing walled sentinels in iridescence
…gabled shadows hint the marvel of her sex
ah love! like Selene we walk the silent course
hiding ourselves in twilights calliope
where night unveils earth
and we in our layers
we remain untaut, unbound
roaming the dreams locked away by Helios' terse ride