The jasmine moon


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Just a small piece I wrote one night.


So I was out there minding my own business

A northerly wind flung itself over the fence

Jasmine on its waves

In the lumeniferous ether a near full moon crawled

Perfect strangers imperfectly meshing

It was the smell of little victories akin to olives and privets

Through me and around

The tiny moments of time that fracture the seconds and minutes

A tremor of loveliness

It reinforces the positive longings and makes for endless creation

Amidst the chaos and muddlement

Yes, muddlement is now a word, embrace it as it is a state of mind

Like original people listening to original music

That night with the jasmine was not wasted

Nor was it lived through in a wasteland

It was an inspiration to exult

To take me past the multitude of false starts and aspirations

A floral power cast on a northern wind

So I was out there with no business to mind

A town asleep beyond the wall

The full moon blots out the stars

Careering along the ecliptic, inclined and inexorable

I came back in, in no rush

And the scent steers off into eternity







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