Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.
steve a. manolis poet
had I not seen the autumns of Vermont and New Hampshire
a kaleidoscope of rainbows floating in the crisp October breeze
had I not been to the vast flowing Saint Lawrence rushing towards Niagara
and onwards to the great open seas of the North Atlantic
had I not climbed the alps in the remotest parts of Europe where rivers fall
great depths along the cliffs, or the snow capped Eiger rising
to meet the heavens where angels sing in sweet lullabies.
Had I not breathed the scent of morning washed in lilac fields
and witnessed thousands upon thousands of hummingbirds
Dancing a frantic winged dance upon the flowered-forests of Trinidad
Or walked through some secret garden in a remote area of Long Island,
With paths covered by spider webs glittering like diamonds, dew laden in early morning
hoping, one might imagine, for some tasty morsel to come fluttering in.
had I not been touched by the beauty of the sunset upon the western face
of New Mexico’s southern rockies, kissing the dusk of another day, and living majestically
upon a painted desert, long ago covered beneath some ancient sea whence first life abound
how could I have known the sweet taste of your beauty melting deep my soul?