With earth in its summer orbit
Evening is day’s vast heaven,
The fabric of the air so thin
Night can’t darken its face,
But lets starlight shine through,
The moon unearth its shadow,
Clear as its own lunar mornings
Brightness transcends night.
To such heavenly expansion
In comparison night seems void,
With God, or empty universe,
With our damned unreason,
Night seems void this evening
In the features of our animal faces.
Month: February 2020
One Pure Note
for Eva Cassidy
Too pure a voice for this life
God’s child and Angel chorister
Deep bride of song
Painter of soul imagery
Spirit inspirited
Death’s half-step and pause
Old child of beauty
Heart translator
Music’s incarnation
With vocal cords
Absolute pitch and blend
Back phrasing from Paradise
Homero Gómez González
Today you are a murdered butterfly,
Like flower petals in the wind,
Each one falling to earth like something rare.
Today you are a murdered butterfly,
Your scales are like gold dust.
Black rain in black hearts.
Today you are a murdered butterfly.
Even Malverde is unmasked
By what the butterfly can see:
Twelve thousand suns and moons.
Twelve thousand skies and forests
And twelve thousand murderers…
Today you are a murdered butterfly,
Your migration will take you far
Beyond the fallen earth, Homero.
Salvatore Ala 