IVORY MOON

                        I

A RED DROP OF BLOOD,

DENSE AND THICK FROM THE SUN,

FALL OVER THE CLOUDS,

OF A DYING DAY,

ON A SADLY DOWN,

TOSSED ON A SHAWL CRY,

OUTBIDING TO SPROUT,

FROM THE ENTRAILS OF EARTH,

ROUNDLY MOON,

OF BLOOD STAINED,

OVER HORIZONS ,

ON MOUNTAINS ENGRAVE,

BY THE MASTER HAND OF THE CREATOR,

RAISING ON A NEWLY NIGHT,

ON A BLACK CARPET,

GARNISHED BY STARS,

ROUND IVORY MOON,

OF A PEARLY SHINE,

ALLOWING AN OPEN STAGE,

FOR A PERFECT NIGHT,

WITH A WARMLY BREEZE,

CARESSING YOUR SMILE,

TOUCHING YOUR FACE, AND MINE.

FINGERS ENTWINED,

OVER THE SAND, SLEPT.

COMPRESSED BY THE DAWN,

GLANCES…BITS,

AND THE RECOLLECTION

OF A LOVESICK MOON.