Photograph and poetry by: Steven Holman
The Sallow sullen Moon though the veil of Ashen haze
Has our conscious nightmares resting in
The fire and dancing to it’s light
OH Cruel Fate! And your heartless maze!
I will not embrace your sin!
Have I searched in vain? Where within your trite
Twisted and tangled vines is truth?
It cuts the unblemished sky
Exposing the roots raining dew
Through Rock layers and rust, left to die
On the black sands of sunny shores that rue
The shifting sea and steady ground
Yet the Sky reaches down to earth,
Fondling the cribs and crags of star stuff
Caressed violently in that still, small voice:
Death and light is life.