Die down fire, die down…
drip down big dipper’s handle –
star shot gazer holes of a sky bucket –
draining a milky way of all it’s sky light.
Arrowhead dirt –
wild-eyed deer run –
rising agate platter mast
in a polish of natural selection–
a stone merging binge
into midnight soil
tilled pregnant with wheat seed.
Absinthe-minded eras
begun at year’s end –
neutral Holy Grails appear
at random intervals,
twice enlightened –
charmed a third time.
We see burning light fall overhead –
succumb to gravity shifting under foot –
a sentimental silent sound released.
We tamp the coal,
twirl into passion’s kiss
as if the fragrance of earth has come
to make us whole again –
Die down fire, die down…
© Nublin’s Pub, 2008
Author notes
Another Montana night story - short form - long love...mmm, good.
Comments
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had to smile at your note. lol. It does sound lovely.
I liked this one alot, Ed.
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sounds a bit like music to me
wonderful
die down fire.. wonderful
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I've always enjoyed a good fire, too. 
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Absinthe-minded eras
begun at year’s end –
neutral Holy Grails appear
at random intervals,
twice enlightened –
charmed a third time.
that's some mojo up there Ed
strong closing as well.
rock on!
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