Full moon ascending... horizon’s dark spice,
spring breeze is stirring
and shifting the blinds.
The motion of airflow… dances ‘cross skin,
rekindles a fire
that once lived within.
As dusk blurs to nightfall… in a stark raven’s sky,
redemption’s discovered… with the sacred moon’s light.
A candle is burning… incense adrift,
an azure flame dancing
by the wind’s subtle shift.
A life of confusion… of doubt and of pain,
begins to dissolve
on the nocturnal plane.
The depth of the moment… is captured in flight,
an owl’s pass is shadowed… by the sacred moon’s light.
The essence of silver… alight with its spark,
feeling renewal
in the wisp of the dark.
The air moves with purpose… alive yet unseen,
driving out demons
by the force of Between.
A night-hawk perched proudly… silhouette in the night,
the royalty of freedom… in the sacred moon’s light.
Original Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written February 2007
Note: Was converted into a song (of the same name) by Lynn Stokes.
Known in many (albeit small) online circles over the past 15 years, Stone Bryson is a poet, storyteller, and essayist. He is working on various writing projects, and lives what he describes as an 'analog life.' He resides in Jackson County, Missouri.