When Selene Saught Her Endymion

Oh Moon in the heavens searching for Endymion
Search for him anywhere else, look to anyone
For this shepherd you found is not what he seems
But son of Hypnos and Anemoi, the thing of dreams
A god of mists that sleeps where you see him now
Do not stir him with your words so loud
For you think he sleeps and will wake to your kiss
But he is already woken, the signs you have missed
And he remains prostrate, to allow you still time
To leave him graciously, to not commit this crime
For he is not your Endymion, no matter what you think
He belongs to another, cease your smiles and your winks
He is already woken by another's sweet touch
Leave now, do not embarrass yourself more, too much
Already your blunt hammer falls have been heard
And forced into his mouth your own twisting words
But he is the mist, and the dream, and the cloud
He is not like you, so blunt and so loud
He walks no straight line, but always circles round
O Moon do not disturb the sleeper on his mound
Leave him in his little house of birch
And go seek you, a different branch to perch
For your true Endymion is within this flock
He is also a shepherd in similar frock
Open you eyes, O Moon, and see him there
He knows how, for your heart, to truly care

As I Look Out Over The City

How they run their little races round
The merry old oak of human knowledge
They go about this age old tree
Seeking out new knots and dreams
Trying hard to find their ways
Trying hard not to wake up yet
Maybe if they run a little faster
They won’t have to stop the games they play
They won’t have to wake up yet
So they try to find their way around
Try so hard to make sense of this circle
They spiritualize every leaf and shadow
They refuse to see the rest of the forest
How foolish are these little children
To think but one tree is the world
But they will never even see its crown
Not unless they stop their games round
The breaking pillar that is this world
And see the shining sun that gives life
To each leaf, and branch, and acorn
And climb out the trench of a rutt called life
And run no more in repeated circles
But instead find the straight path
Of this blue disc of ours
That runs to the stars and beyond the sky
Into the arms of the Eternal Heartbeat

Questions for the Night

What if you could hear my heart
Beating across the galaxies?
What if you could count each tear
In the oceans I've wept in longing for you?
What if there were words enough
To tell how my soul strives for you daily?
What if you could measure how constantly
I ache for your embrace?
How much longer must bride and bridegroom
Be kept apart by burdensome time?
How many questions more until I make my point?
How much longer can I burn this rhyme...