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Saturday, October 19, 2013

Smoke-scented Midnight

Smoke-scented midnight
steals my sleep.
I long for Nothing
but the stillness
that will not come tonight.

Full Moon Glorious --
Pumpkin orange as it rose --
I taste Magic
in the night sky.

Distant memories
of ancient selves...
vie for precedence
in the now.

Which "me" is Me?

A shimmer in the
Spirit Veil...
A shiver on the breeze.

I’ve forgotten how to write;
How to “use my words”
And in so many ways
It just doesn’t matter.
And in so many ways
It Does.

Which "me" is Me?

Sleep-deprived,
I’m sometimes lonely
for my other Selves;
For those pieces of me
lying dormant;
For the comfy jeans feel of
the Personal Identifiers
I’m accustomed to
But cannot find.

An owl in the darkness
Asks me “Who?”
In moon-twisted reverie,
My silence is his answer.

Smoke-scented midnight
steals my sleep.
I long for Nothing
but the stillness
that will not come tonight.

Full Moon Glorious --
I taste Magic
in the night sky...

(c) Tanya Anguita
10/19/2013