One hallowed night

On a night
when the moons are full
and the trees dance over the water,
tossing their lacy shadows
across the waves,
we see the mystery
goes deeper than we know,
and following that clear blue dream
to its source
we find the light
we thought we'd left behind,
and understand at last
that it only circles round
to reappear again,
sparkling
on the morning dew.

A moment of peace

The peace of a summer morning:
a boat tucked away in the shadows,
the waves lapping quietly at the shore,
the dog snoring softly on the deck,
the cat drowsily licking her paws,
basking in a patch of sunlight --
even the crows and the eagles
have stopped their noisy squabbling.
The only sound the delicate pop
of the scotch broom pods
opening to release their seeds
and the crunch of the drying grass
beneath my feet.

Full moon, echoing
in my heart's mirrored chambers,
sets my soul on fire!