MOONLIGHT SONATA

by V.B. Price

For those of us who still believe the inner life of everyone is sacred.

Mind land:
full moonlight
rising up the Jemez cliffs
like soul tide
from myth time in the canyon
when night dancers used the moon
to shape themselves with shadows like the gods;
ice black music of the river
glistening through the gorge;
a flood of phantom light
silvering down from Zia to Santa Ana,
moon shore full of sage and April.

To be with you on such a night,
driving into the dark,
in exile
from the logic of the hours,
to be with you
in Beethoven’s mind
driving through the music of the land,
your hand on my leg, my hand on yours,
to be with you on such a night
is to be at home
with novas,
with melodies of atoms
with the beautiful, dark
light waves of the mind,
formed in one life
and carried across
the canyons and flatlands of time to our lives
at home with each other
and the human beauty of the land
in which to love
is a phenomenon
factual
as darkness
giving mystery
to light.

(Image derived from photos by Scrubhiker (USCdyer) and Larry Lamsa)