There is no time for nerves <br />when striking out beyond <br /> the farthest moon where <br /> <br />heaven is the sun of desire, where <br />time waits patiently, where <br />hope floats, where <br />“made in China” is never found. <br /> <br />Northern lights are like sun and stars <br />rewarding the moon watcher when <br />the tonight of desire is love. <br /> <br />Delicious is the patient rain that <br />calms the nerves and colors the <br />clouds and personal desires do not <br />interfere with calm’s end. <br /> <br />One particular cloud awaits the moon. <br /> <br /> - September 10,2008<br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-thought-of-desire/
