Dear Luna
Dark imperfection circles -
Weary and shining.
Faded quilts cover ancient,
Unused
Wheels and the cards on the table.
The sinner is garbed in red,
The saint in black.
And the Indian -
In white, and all the colors of the world
Hope distilled,
Blood spilled.
The birth of timelessness
And the Dreamer knocks
on an unseen door.
Spiraling time
Reason and rhyme
and the Dreamer enters
an unseen door.
Shining and weary -
Fallen angels help each other to their feet.
Sweet whispers
Filter downward
On shafts of your light.
Masks fall
Dreamers call
Their way long lost
Their dreams long undrempt
Lost in circles,
Of dark imperfection.
~Sol