Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Visitor

longing long in the gray yield fields
the moon split glass with lunatic lunar ease
the whirring began as the spirits sang
a chorus tonight, lets all unite
Earth and element, imagination figment
then shone a light form from outer realm
all quaked with reverence,

the stranger is a visitor now
his coming was of old foretold
not in books but palms of men