Peacock Moon
Peacock moon
makes the mayhem go away
when it is like summer in February
incense streams
out the window
down the street
you are hoping it will
reach the one
you never got to meet,
the one you barely touched
across landscapes, of mountains
deserts, and lakes
with a vowel
with a howl
with a kiss
with a moan
Peacock moon,
moon of poets and lovers,
who gather
where the waters meet
in pristine canyons
beneath sycamore trees
you listen for his breath
his lunar song in the breeze
Blue-green feathers stroke your cheek--
a dream, a dream, only a dream,
but you never have to wake up
Submitted by TheAntisocialite on Wed, 07/29/2009 - 3:57pm
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