even though

and lo, it appears the sun is waning, dimming twilight 

prematurely

and the eyes of the moon 

laboriously awaking

yet even from the hilltop is there a lullaby

fervent is its hush to the moon

coaxing it to nestle 

in heaven’s starry cloud-loft 

but with stretching yawn and lip smacks

it replies, “I awake… even though”

persuading the sun…

reschedule your departure!

consult a horologist!

with ever grounding, growing twilight

it replies, “I repair... even though”

where upon the infinite gaze of love into the future

it is to notice

no moment is parted from in haste

that love and death and life and hate

ever ebb in their eternal flow

when touch is softening on our flowers

there is careless trampling nearing

and the lullaby knows no secret

yet it hums sweetly 

even though

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

There is depth and breadth and wonderment in this piece. Questions, love, life, and time that ever ticks on.
Now, not to take away from the beauty, I have a thought or two
awaking I might switch out for awakening, but perhaps that's just my ear.
More importantly, I want to say "yet even from the hilltop there is a lullaby" instead of is there, however if you want to make it a question, would it not flow better as "yet even from the hilltop is there not a lullaby?
I so rarely see anything in your work I would re-work, I hope you don't mind me jumping in. If you don't like, of course, the poetic license is yours.

[willweb]

Love can certainly do this to you. This was beautiful, I really enjoyed the picture you painted in my mind with your words.