[m...]
gazed full to grasp the moon's wide face,
stripped still light from star filled skies
the oh, so sweet! (and smooth) soft lies.

[m...]
spun slow, held sweet in the woods' limbs,
made bare and loud for rain marked steel,
and fled from (guilt) her film's dire reel.

[m...]
slipped soft, down in the still black seas,
made mild and blurred by book-worn time
she seized, (her words) stopped short of rhyme.

[m...]
did fade, set cold in earth and blade,
sought out a sleep not made to end,
swift dose the quick (live) veil to rend.

[m...,]
her gaze, the source of sour tears
fell down and down to sleep that night,
fell long (and calm) from mild height.

[m...]
she lies here still kept safe and pale
from eyes that pry and minds that stare
in clear glass case (in state) so fair.

[m...]
she fills and floods my dream's clear joy,
with sights she builds paths in my mind,
from star swept shores, (tells) the tale blind.

Timothy A. Clark
1997