APPEALING

Through parting clouds,
The moon and stars,
Shift their gaze,
Warm eyes
And nodding smiles,
Beam down,
As another man's laughter,
Peals triumphant,
To the ends of time,
His brittle mask of reason,
Blowing as dust
Upon the ground.

PLOUGH

Reason ploughs her endless furrow,
Dormant seeds already sown,
That a gentle sun may warm the heart
Of sleeping truths, already known.

LIGHTLY DOES IT

Light,
Winged messenger,
Illuminating reason,
Whose passion is
To fashion her,
As sight,
Scene,
And season.

THE GARDEN

Walking the garden of my mind,

Every moment,

Might I find

As a kite to fly,

Each wakeful one -

On currents, rising,

Kissed by the sun,

Gifts of warm possibility,

Pulling up playfully

Higher than high,

Tugging and lifted

Beyond to the sky,

Where today's but a whisper

Down in the trees,

Of wishes unfolding

Blown on by a breeze,

Where dreams can begin,

And reason descends

From along the sharp ridge

Where the garden ends.