moon drunk

Moon Drunk

flames dance

to the steady, rhythmic drum,

first red, then gold, then green,

 

as disembodied voices

echo through the trees

joining the singers in the circle.

 

who’s here?

crickets? frogs? dogs?

ghosts watching from the darkness?

 

dancers writhe in shadows

to Nature’s feral orchestra

lost between here and there

 

I am perceiver and perceived.

I am the light and shadows.

I am moon drunk.

 

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