B r o t h e r S u n S i s t e r M o o n
Brother Sun Sister Moon
Red clover, white clover
As I think, a woodlouse wriggles
RED CLOVER, WHITE CLOVER
When you look hazy, the dew wets your ankles.
A Dream of a Room with the Sun and the Moon in it
I thought I was dying
The anesthetic almost worn off, bringing back some pain
And bringing slight hallicination, too
I prayed:
First, this pain to pass
And that I would survive. Then
A flash of thoughts and illusions settled down to only one fact:
I experienced this pain in a former life...
It's me but not THIS me
That I died in a pang of pain
Then I prayed:
That I might share his pain
And that his soul to be healed
I prayed
In a recovery room
Tears fell off, I prayed, I weeped and prayed
Then I found myself in another room
Whether it was room or just space, I don't know
But it was the place which he would call home
No pain, both his and mine were gone
It was a snug little room but
Holding the sun and the moon inside it
I was a starchild in Escher's palace, chuck, chuckle!
The last prayer I gave was
"May this room be on earth"
Yeah, I must have been baptized once
Opend my eyes slowly
A face looking down on me, slantways. The doctor who removed my stomach
"Good morning. You had a long night, ah?"
I know I know, I answered with my eyebrows
"But the way ahead is longer" is what he meant?
I have to spend the rest of my life looking for the room
The room with the sun and the moon in it.
Deep Red
Wind, rain, snow, aurora
I talk a lot anytime you want
Cloud, heat devil, sound, crystal
As you reflect, a drop of the glacier edge falls...
Oh
I can see you cross the ocean
You wane, you wax
I will let a wind blow
Over a biscuit cup of mint tea
I'll tell you how to get ahead of the light
When you catch up, take the tuunel
Husking acorns and take a look
At a tiger cub staring down at his own face
On the puddle
I nod, you smile
The whole story I tell you, it is one single word
You mustn't miss it
When the Moon was Closer
Once upon a time, when the gravity was small enough for dinosaurs to fly in the air
A day was even shorter, so you had to prepare lunch eating breakfast
And lovers got wings.
Now the wings gone, words are gone, strict to say, no ability is left to comprehend words
Lovers talk nothing, words lost their meanings
We have tails' leftover, but our wings completely vanished, like a perfect crime
Should I say more?
Lovers are all gone, only love remains
Love has wings, just about taking flight
But the gravitational constant got larger for some reason I can't figure out;
Forty thousand kilometers are too short to take off
Love is too heavy to be brought mind
Birds fly but love doesn't
Once upon a time, when the moon was closer
And the hair of your face bristled out
The sun didn't have enough time to shine
So it was scorching all day long
Now with a full-sized protractor applied to the sky, you will see
The moon is small in reality, and
The sun has the same parallax withe a coin
Seaching for the place where lovers disappeared
Love is lurking in the fosile of a winged dinosaur
As a proportion of carbon14
As immaturity of poem writing
As a phrase you wrote, watching TV.
Ying - Yang
My snores are my history
Your armpits are the talk your hometown
My buttocks are my fault
Your smells are the plan of tomorrows
Sarcastic jokes in the genome sequence
Vivid metaphor on the periodic table
The meter from the dance of you and me
Fable of Fire, Tree, Earth, Metal and Water
Pink says
"There is no dark side of the moon really"
If so
There is no bright side neither
He's got to know the two sides of the same coin
Comma-shaped jades of black and white
Struggle between light and shadow
Sixty-nining of the sun and the moon
Sweetheart agreement between Eros and Thanatos
Such a position you are in
Civil Bondage
Brother Suns and Sister Moons
Let us cast off our clothing of the yoke
Above anyone else, you, young and fine Sister Moons
Brother Sun Sister Moon
In the smell of deep grass steaming
He Almighty watching alone, under Cynthia
We shall marry a secret marriage
On the opposite side of a sleeping gypsy, or the tail of the sun
Say a prayer that binds us together:
So be it
Kuri, Kipple ; Oct 23 2002