The Moon
Paint filled skies with sun ablaze,
Meets rain drenched earth where life abounds,
Touches night with fingertips,
and kisses Moon to sleep.
Sweet motion picture moon, she dreams,
Erasing dark of shattered earth,
Or kiss the cloud tops rain unleashed,
Earth's tears at moon's embrace.
She floats on sea of starry sky,
Her dreaming eye the lovers watch,
And dodges ropes of their deep vow,
Then waits her love's return.
The cycle moves eternally,
The moon can't touch the sun's sweet lips,
Her sacrifice to mother earth,
The moon sits wide awake.
© 1997 by Ben Stivers, all rights reserved
Morning Psalm
Dawn breaks,
And up the sky the blazing sun,
Roars silently into the heavens of morning calm.
And you,
Your body cotton soft comforts me,
Lays on sleepy mine, your breath a sweet morning psalm.
© 1997 by Ben Stivers, all rights reserved
Ben Stivers is a professional short story
writer and novelist. He enjoys
ongoing collaborations, writing,
photography and dreaming in general.
Ben lives in Kentucky and his poetry has
been published in Poetry
Pavilion, Prairie Poetry, Parnassus,
Smiles and others. He's had short
stories appear in Clique of the Tomb
Beetle, Annals of St. Anne DeBeaupre,
and Legions of
Light Magazine. "Growing old is
mandatory," says Ben."Growing up is
optional."
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