Night Barge

The moon is bright as a silver coin
covering the eternal eye
but god is only sleeping -
perhaps dreaming
wings folded, plume upon plume
beaked head drooping onto downy breast
perched imperious
drifting on his glided barge

Sleepwalker
in the azure dark you loved me more
cooled by the breeze that billows the sails
and ruffles the head of a dozing god
hidden from the blind eye
shadows wrapped around us like a pall
hearts feather-light
like stars we burned together
all the doors of the Underworld opened

Lord of Silence
sarcophagus bound
will you take with you
your ornaments and instruments
two knives crossed
blade of copper, hilt of gold
sharp as a star point
tracing scarlet constellations
into the spangled flesh of Nuit -
may she bend to kiss you
gold flecks raining from lapis sky
as the night barge sails on