The Second Operation (Lunar Water)

Flowers bloom at night and throw off phantom darts of light

Living little opal stars and little phantom shimmers

A shadow with a watering can crept in to tend the garden

The soundless shade made its way as crickets all around

Chose their nighttime music and made their nighttime sound

Within the grove the shadow flowed and knelt before the moss

Shadow water sprinkled on the earthy forest bed

The thinnest grin above the trees

A secret joke

A sliver peeking in through a starry door

Shadow water sprinkled soundless on the mossy forest floor

Water drawn from a well, secluded on a hill

In the summer of the poet’s youth

Before he learned the poet’s truth

That life will never yield to Will

That life will never yield to Will

And that watering can held tightly in ghostly hand!

Where is it from, where has it been?

The shed by the house of the sleeping poet!

It sits there still on its shelf!

And he dreams in his bed as the moon overhead

Sheds light from a silver crescent

He dreams of the grove and the mound and the seed

It was watered that night with the water of need