Soulful ruminations
on moon less nights.
brought forth from within
proclaimed through words
which begin not express
their depth or beauty.

can not they endure beyond,
despite their ephemeral nature?
thoughts from moments now captured -
herded like wild buffalo
from the great plains of imagination,
onto the sacrificed meat of trees.

Breath moves slowly,
shared amongst familiar souls -
matters not the perception of distance
nor the intimacy's lacking.
when hope and knowing
keep love's flame burning bright,
the world moves
while we await its mechanizations.

But like those moon less nights
the sky above remains dark,
awaiting the invigorating warmth
from the dawn of a new day.

Without indication of its coming,
I remain.

- Written in early 2000