Monday, May 9, 2011
THE MAN IN THE MOON
He used to frighten me in the nights
the wide adult face, enormous, stern, aloft
I could not imagine such loneliness, such coldness
But tonight as I drive home over
these hilly roads
I see him sinking behind stands of winter trees
And rising again to show his familiar face
And when he comes into full view
over open fields
he looks like a young man who has fallen in love
with the dark earth
a pale bachelor, well-groomed and
full of melancholy
his round mouth open
as if he had just broken into song.
My room was alight with the soft glow of the quarter moon, what a beautiful sight it was suspended there above the treetops. And I felt like there for a moment time stood still, and I was one with all of the other people throughout time who looked up at that shimmering crescent.
at May 09, 2011
Smitten by the image and sound of a xylophone in the forest, I keep watching this video and try to image it in along my favorite woodland ...