As this evening sky opened the mouth of the other side,
there so evenly sliced floating much as another dream swallowed by stillness.
Who drew this new moon to this shore,
blew an earthly breath of surprise, an evening light from another realm piercing through another side, where in this sight that cupped Orion’s Belt, beckons past with prescient now this porcelain phosphor sliver moon.
Like a clean shaven hermit conjuring, widening float parting of a mouth, it is but a new moon drawn by light, like the curve of a birds body in flight, for here a moment transports a whisper of thought, playing a forgotten pattern, whiling turn of this earth gently kisses lower into horizon, heart beats give a thought surrendered,
Oh yes there in the west again so red, a crimson mars king wished to scry the mirrored crescent bowl, casting ripples entering moist into the mouth of light. Vesper drew the new moon to this shore with an earthly breath, a surprise of evening light.