one of my old poems from 31 DECEMBER 2003

ROSES AND VIOLETS ENTWINE A SMEAR OF MARBLED BLOOM
A TWIST HERE AND THERE OF MISCHIEVOUSNESS IN THE AIR
THE GENESIS OF THE END, SHORTENS ITS ANALOGUE CLOCK
READY FOR A MAGIC MOMENT OF SILENT STARLINGS AND MANY PIERCING SPIES IN THE NIGHT.
THE NIGHT HAS 1000 EYES. THE NIGHT HAS 1000 SPIES OF SPARKLING RIPS THAT PEIRCE AND TORE MY BLANKET
WHICH SURROUNDS THE MOON IN ITS STAGES OF LIFE
ITS ROUNDNESS BLOOMS TO ITS FULL POTENTIAL AND FEELS COMPLETE
BUT UNLIKE OTHER TIMES, IT CAN FEEL ¼ TO ½ TO ¾ BACK TO A WHOLE
DESPITE THE CHILLY AIR, THE BLANKET SURROUNDS ITS WARMNESS AND SMOTHERS IT WITH ITS LOVE TO FEEL WANTED AND MOVE COMPLETE
A LIGHT IN THE SKY IS POWERFUL ENOUGH TO DISTINGUISH ALL OTHER LIGHTS
GENESIS OF THE BEAUTIFUL AURORA BLOOMS AS ROSES, VIOLETS, LILIES AND DAFFODILS SCRABBLE THEMSELVES
WITH A BABY BLUE BLANKET NOW IN ITS EMBRACE
YOU COME FACE TO FACE
WITH THE GLORIOUS SUN!