The Night awakes Me
with Its Crescent Moon —
alien construct
or yet unvisited
— Eye don’t care witch —
It’s so beautiful
hanging above
the beginning
of My Day
which is forever
beginning
Eye watched The Moon
escape The Clouds —
the veil of its delicate
clip
to be released
above My Bowl of pink
and gold beneath
the accent of its reach —
only to disappear amidst
the haze of upper
streak
My watery moon:
Halo of condensation
seeps through my dawning
We Come From The Light
Of The Star Called Sun & Moon
Why? We Must Know Why
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:40am
We saw The Moon at Dinner
full on Today’s Calendar
rising big and gold over The Atlantic —
My Husband says It’s boring
once It gets up there
and just stays —
but EYE know It doesn’t just stay —
that familiar and ancient disc of Human EYE-dent-ity
I saw It again —
this time over The Western Islands
in the pink of morning
when I pulled up The Shade
The Hawk Window Seat 5:30am
I woke from The Hawk Queen Bed
to see The Full Moon resting
over The Cape
and on the other side
of The Earth
the pink glow of promise
that soon I would see
My Beloved Sun
edge Its way to the surface
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:15am
In the glittering light
of last night’s full moon
I signed My Painting
Aquatic Foliage
naked but for My
Most Expensive Earrings
My One Concession
to symbolism
I signed My Initials
& those of My True Love
in Silver Glitter
and so as the painting
is erected in the exercise room
I will be rowing
along side
its other-worldly
dimensions
*Gregory Mannarino, Financial Analyst and Doctor
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:11pm
The Moon Is Gold
Sometimes
When It Rises
But Always Turns
To Silver
High In
The Sky
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:15am
I see a strip of the faintest dawn
where last night I saw The Moon
blood red and then a Gold
Medallion
dripping into the sea:
a lot goes on in The East
from where I watch
at My Kitchen Outpost
while I wait for coffee
to steep
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:55am
Before The Dawn
Of Our New Era
We Are On The Cusp of Night
We Are Silver Now
As The Moon
As The Midnight Hour
Of Transformation
From The Golden Sun
Into That Precious Rarity:
Our Star-patterned
Future
Joanna Gilman Hyde 