A Moon Whispering Autumn Poem by dale garris

alive, like breathing lilac for the very first time; BEAUTIFULLY stimulating an uninspired mind
the willows WHISPER to the autumn moon in stride; as the sky swallows drops of inspriation with eyes a thousand MILES wide
all the STARS in the screaming skies roar; kissing of things within in them silently to swore
everything sleeps beneath the NOTION of night; assuring our little brains, there is nothing else that could be so right

my mind still STAINED with love, like seeing the sunset for the very first time
violett and albourn twisting TOGETHER in the same instant as they unwind
WE DREAM FOREVER
that's why we are still alive

(10\28\09)