moon

 the wind blew in greenstone

no wilted menace in her starry eyes

is all i long for to long to be subdued

by force the wind blew from the north

tonight ill be hanging

i feel by lightning flashes

draining whatll happen

over such centuries

theophany long stillted reedy hair

crawl into miltons blue low carressed

infants ear;the veins tied to a power

pole the happening happened here

window shop girl

i would steal your smile

and wait a bitter while

whilom here

waiting just for you

the days of hanging lights

the street pervading thrills

of stars and avid moonlight

girl i comprehend