
Evening Sky
A canvas filled with
multitudes
of dark thoughts
released into
the atmosphere
of cosmic lights
dizzying into the night,
Far south of the pole
black skies hover
24 hours
as the sun disappears
from the heights and
grounds of the snow,
melting away
to the other side
of heaven.
On a flight in the
Open, an emperor penguin
a gelada monkey
a wolf howling
at the moon,
a time for mysticism
a time for purification
how it calls out
in a whisper
in a hollar
in a cry
beckoning
the soul
to return
home.
Paula M.
Dec. 5, 2008
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