Mister Poet 333

soft curves

a lowing city

and the moon

silently

keeps vigil

stretched not broken

soreness softens

what edges had remained

long after every store closed

and the streets are full of silence

we share dreams walking home

feeling even closer

swapping the

swivel for a stool

he had the best

seat and

Under the dome of Heavenly Light

weeps not the green of Ethereal foliage

for the weight upon their mighty limbs

is an Ascendent Joy borne from the healing

paying homage to a favorite film

they had to enter

a city on the verge

of sleep

batts its eyes quietly

enjoying the final wisps of sunlight

like it was the first sips

of a morning coffee

paying homage

to a favorite film

they had to admit

"favorite"

and even "seen"

could include

cafe steam

quiet prayers

soulful moments

let the light

get a little warmer

before

climbing out of bed

these blankets

still feel heavy

from cozy comfort

and rest

tremors from the earth pass below our bodies

the moon widens

the night

feels less

lonely

with a moon

as bright

as the sun

the air

may be crisp

and quiet

but the glow

is a reason

to smile

mesmerized by her collar of shadows

tied to change

and modern fashion

we try to decide

meeting up for a little dabbling

there was more magic

do you ever find yourself

wondering

where this all came from…

how the world doesn't make sense…

but we go about without asking questions

and drawn deeper in the an Imaginative reflection

walking across wet land

the sky and sea

both fade

the truth of their character

collected in pools