the moon-roof in my living room,
a giant squarish eye,
stares heavenward through misty gloom
as dawn prepares to dim the moon
and stars fade from the sky.
a window granting narrow view
of raven's passing flight
casts shadows on the floor 'til two
of clouds that wander 'cross the blue
until the black of night;
when slowly no more shadows play.
but seam themselves as one
black velvet sky at end of day,
obliterating slanting rays,
as moon replaces sun.
my ceiling is a scrying glass
to heavenly events.
i watch as constellations pass
like time, and dream of greener grass
and leisure better spent.
this moon-roof in my living room
some respite seems to me
despensing light, disspelling gloom
and granting glimpse beyond the tomb
to brighter destiny.
thus, while this body fraught with doom
and slated soon to die,
has not the wherewithal to move
my visions are restored and soothed
by giant squarish eye.
a giant squarish eye,
stares heavenward through misty gloom
as dawn prepares to dim the moon
and stars fade from the sky.
a window granting narrow view
of raven's passing flight
casts shadows on the floor 'til two
of clouds that wander 'cross the blue
until the black of night;
when slowly no more shadows play.
but seam themselves as one
black velvet sky at end of day,
obliterating slanting rays,
as moon replaces sun.
my ceiling is a scrying glass
to heavenly events.
i watch as constellations pass
like time, and dream of greener grass
and leisure better spent.
this moon-roof in my living room
some respite seems to me
despensing light, disspelling gloom
and granting glimpse beyond the tomb
to brighter destiny.
thus, while this body fraught with doom
and slated soon to die,
has not the wherewithal to move
my visions are restored and soothed
by giant squarish eye.