"Dark night fell"

[Ex Tempore XX]

Dark night fell on the earth,
bringing with it the birth of lights,
the lights that gleam like untold secrets
held close to the enfolding bosom.

The scene develops slowly,
and always in the same way;
the only thing holy to me,
developing as if encroaching with scene-silent peace,
each little piece of it worth cherishing—
for light, after all, burns brightest in night.

M.M. — Maius MMXII

"Stepping swiftly down"

[Ex Tempore XIX]

Stepping swiftly down the silvered stair
came the Lady of the Moon with starry hair,
driving down like the onset of dream
into the world and a dissolving scene.

Winding like water every which way,
coursing to the Man wound in her rays;
a train of truth trailed her as a comet's tail
as she alighted on the earth, tender and pale.

The Man, mute and meek, motioned to meet her,
to greet her, his heart now moved by a thunder.
He saw her as the star he had once sought,
and entranced by this star he was soon caught.

Caught by the thunder, in her rays,
in the scene, and lost in the stars in her hair;
such that he soon ascended the stair with her
and the tail dissolved forever, as a dream.

M.M. — Maius MMXII

"Time took its two cents"

[Ex Tempore XVIII]

Time took its two cents for the toll
as dusk and dawn drew on as one;
but still I beseeched the Sun to supplant mortality,
and wrest Death from the chest
of this loving and longing lingerer
of the eternal urn of the Earth.

M.M. — Maius MMXII

A Party-Scene / Love–Light Dynamics

[Ex Tempore XVII]

Flicker of candlelight
does not stir the world-attentive bodies, just their shadows,
and its movement is thus lost in the din;

but the warmest two,
secluded openly in the warmest corner of the room,
shift each other's world
at a flicker of candlelight.

M.M. — Maius MMXII

"How the heft of the sun"

[Ex Tempore XVI]

In decameter (i.e., ten syllables per line).

How the heft of the sun weighed down on her,
and the height of the world a heady crown,
and a helm: mind weary and expended
yet heart held high against all worthlessness. 

M.M. — Maius MMXII