big moon circle

one night last week i saw the moon
©rhyme child 2/7/2002

one night last week i saw the moon bright and full
with Venus stalking below and after her
in the middle of a cloudy sky

the silver moon shone like a white lantern hanging high
in the center of a big circle of darkness
with a smoky fuzzy aura all around

so then i started feeling alright again about where i was
in the mists of the universe
invisible and let alone

Last night I saw (a broken-winged angel fallen)
©Rhyme Child 1/9/2003 (Revised -10/4/03) San Franciscan Night

Last night I saw a broken-winged angel fallen
From the shimmery heaven
And died when she crash landed
Into my dream
I cried as hard as a broken-hearted child

Half-awakened, I found only a sobbing me
Longing still to withhold the fading dream --

from the edge of the horizon
the fallen angel rose, slow,
with her broken wings dangling low
she glowed in a fluorescent hue
within a translucent dome
of a huge vaporescent dew

she arose
in a motionless trance
towards the glister -chromed entrance
of her heaven’s home
where she’d find her eternal acceptance
and soul

-- Then she’s gone
Vaporized, with my dream,
Into the ungodly darkest
Black-hole

Awakened, I saw me
Clinging still to the darkness around
And trying yet to define
A logical theme for the devine
Scene


-end-

The Golden Hill

The Golden Hill ©2002 Rhyme Child / June 16, 2002

Only the other day
We passed by your old residence
On the Golden Heights hill
The window's open as it always did
But we found no longer cats sitting
On the yellow window sill
And no more the family of Niceley
In the view

Realized then
It's already another life-era in The Past
The times we have always enjoyed the best
A memory we shall always cherish the most

So we rolled on
While the fog's rolled in
Onto the curvey Ortega Avenue

Thinking
Perhaps one of these days
We too will move on out of the scene
And be missed
By the ocean view

Before we are swallowed raw
Into the misty field
And become another displaced few
For the fill.

=End=

Last Cry

Blanche’s Last Cry
© Rhyme Child 10/17/2004

She was crying, painfully, for the past two long nights and days
Like a death song coming out of the deep darkness, she cried
And cried...
Like nothing she could relate...

She was breathing hard
And yet hardly breathing
struggling to hang on for another breath
Another, only weaker, when it came...
Then later, another, yet weaker...
Tears poured down her distorted face...
while she began to drop her little head sideways...
In her Moma’s arms and tears

Tears poured down Judy’s distorted face,
stroking still gently along Blanche’s curled-up still-warm torso...
In her soft arms
In her quiet breake-down...
a longest moment before the end comes
One that will ever last and never rest.

And the evening rolls on while
she cried...
And cried...
In her Moma’s arms and tears
Like nothing she can relate...