Monday, May 12, 2014




By the light of the Southwest moon I wander 
motionless light of a starry night. 
Atop a cresting hill I ponder 

Hold the sand, like I hold the world 
precious handfuls at a time
and watch the grains as they fall away 
like diamonds as the moonlight shines

By the light of the Southwest moon, I wander.

I think of you