Poetry

Silver moon

By February 28, 2018 No Comments

You have my heart

which is similar

to the moon’s grip on this night

Dark branches reach high to embrace the sky

waters bulge       in the curve of an eye

 

She slips from behind clouds      & then

slides out of sight    The chapel on the corner stands

secure     stained glass glowing in moonlight

 

An unseen violin plays in the dark

I want to love you       like its strings love to sing    like

Christ loves the church      like those windows love the light

D.S. Martin’s poetry books include Conspiracy of Light and Poiema. He is the series editor for the Poiema Poetry Series. He lives in Brampton, Ontario.