Clown in the moon

Clown in the Moon

My tears are like the quiet drift

Of petals from some magic rose;

And all my grief flows from the rift

Of unremembered skies and snows.

I think, that if I touched the earth,

It would crumble;

It is so sad and beautiful,

So tremulously like a dream. 

Dylan Thomas

Full moon

"They say true love only comes around once and you have to hold out and be strong until then. I have been waiting. I have been searching. I am a man under the moon, walking the streets of earth until dawn. There's got to be someone for me. It's not too much to ask. Just someone to be with. Someone to love. Someone to give everything to. Someone."      

 Henry Rollins 

Image credit: Jason Wharam Photography

Lord, I just can't keep from crying sometimes

Lord, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

Lord, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

When my heart's full of sorrow and my eyes are filled with tears 

Lord, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

My mother often told me, angels bonded your life away 

She said I would accomplish, but trust in God and pray 

I'm on the King's Highway, I'm travelin' everyday 

'Cause I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

Well, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

When my heart's full of sorrow and my eyes are filled with tears 

Lord, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

My mother, she's in glory, thank God I'm on my way 

Father, he's gone too, and sister she could not stay 

I'm trusting Him everyday, to bear my burdens away 

'Cause I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

Well, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

When my heart's full of sorrow and my eyes are filled with tears 

Lord, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

I thought when she first left me, I'd pray 

for a little while 

Soon it all would be over, and I'd journey on with a smile 

But the thought as I get older, I think of what I told her 

And I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

Well, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

When my heart's full of sorrow and my eyes are filled with tears 

Lord, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

Well, well

Shelter

I felt it shelter

to speak

to you

Emily Dickinson

Sderot

Sderot, A child's painting 

It took me twenty years to love 

this hole in the middle of nowhere. 

The cotton buds dispersed in a white flame 

and the wind meddled in the cypresses, 

until I saw for the first time, 

with an accurate eye, 

the unsophisticated buildings beneath the roof of clouds, 

until I heard 

the wonderful rumbling of the street. 

The last whisper expelled from waves of asphalt 

blended with the rustle of evening’s thud on the ground, 

like the voice of a forgotten woman that betrayed her 

and told the truth which she tried 

to conceal in her face. 

Years of erosion 

have taught the children to fondle the water in the stone, 

to splash in the puddles paper boats with farcical hope. 

The circus-like past of the girls blossomed with the hiking of a skirt 

when the crowed sawed him in two with its gaze. 

Only places bereft of love are entitled to absolute love. 

Shimon Adaf

The Deathwatch Beetle

The deathwatch beetle

earned its name

not from its ugliness

or our terror

of insects

but simply because of the sound 

it makes, ticking.

Linda Pastan

The Absence

“I speak to you across cities

I speak to you across plains

My mouth is upon your pillow

Both faces of the wall come meeting

My voice discovering you

I speak to you of eternity

O cities memories of cities

Cities wrapped in our desires

Cities come early cities come lately

Cities strong and cities secret

Plundered of their master’s builders

All their thinkers all their ghosts

Fields pattern of emerald

Bright living surviving

The harvest of the sky over our earth

Feeds my voice I dream and weep

I laugh and dream among the flames

Among the clusters of the sun

And over my body your body spreads

The sheet of its bright mirror.

- Paul Eluard, “The Absence” (1942)