Moonflower
Moonflower
Shine to bloom
this eve
Trumpet those lavender hues
Halos
on points
of crowns
on stars
– Play the night
– Come day
– Still bright
Shedding more tears
of moonlight.
Foul fragrance
Putrid soft mist
Breaks though
existence.
Flourish
through flutters
– Nights flight attraction.
– Others
– Day creatures
– Play with Moon’s orbit
Sharing time
coming across
cross eyed creeps
Creatures or Guides?
Unto
– for you
– to know
– to experience
What is there not to describe?
– Day awakes
– Trumpets fade.
Kenneth J. Berman 8-28-14 (This poem is published as the opening poem in my first small book Sacred Datua inoxia – Toloache – Flor de luna 2015)