
“Moon Dreams” by Jonn Einerssen
draw the silk of the night
through the window
slip it under the sash
pull it snug into swaddling
for each newborn dream
thank the perigee moon
for fertility proudly instilled
in the womb of the mind
for the gift of its gleaming
irradiant source
for a soft incubation
subconscious creations
recombinant thoughts
who live unexplained lives
in their pieces and wholes
who will grow to maturity
reaching a kind of old age
with a shadowy wisdom
available briefly to grasp
with the fingers of sleep
before fleeing like smoke
called to home in the ether
the magical hour of
psychosomatic
entreaty by time
in obeisant turn to a
regnant new dawn
Utterly splendid.
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cheers, mike
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there is magic in that moon!
(and in your pen)
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you’re very kind – thank you most sincerely
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I am moon`struck . . .
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la bella luna
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Lovely, Paul! It has an overall “gentle” feel to it!
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thank you so much, penny
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> psychosomatic entreaty…. I love this
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I appreciate that
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must be why I always like to sleep with my curtains open…lovely poem
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thanks kindly
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Claire de Lune. During the full moon, I find something almost mesmerising about the light, like something that filters out the ugliness of this world.
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a lovely thought
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