Entry 484

Striding on the shoulders of giants,
Our heads are in the clouds — 
From this view 
The city is minuscule — 
Climbing tangled grey tresses
In search of my own rainbow halo
I’ve come face to face with the moon.
She pulls at my soul — I feel
Each heartstring lift — My fingers
Stretch upwards&into the vacuum.
Orbiting in afterglow,
Now above & 
Now below,
The globe
O’ green in blue;
The sphere
So old&young — 
The moon
Dances with mother Earth
As I dance alone
In the space beyond my tomb;
Within the weathered leather;
Where my voice will not follow.