Full moon suspended in a blue/black blanket
Peeking through dark weaves of clouds
Lightning and thunder invade in rhythm
And cast dancing shadows on our haunted mesa
The wind howls ‘tween monuments of yesterday
Whistling melodies of an era gone by
As sheets of rain fall like Indian warriors
Cutting new winkles in the face of time.
©1-27-09 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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