All poems: Copyright © by Lloyd Michael Lohr

The Raven of Winter

By: Lloyd Michael Lohr

Raven or crow did caw,
In the wood I hear your mordant screech,
You stand upon the fertile loam of earth that is my resting place,

Raven or crow did caw,
A cloak of sable feathers, the hues of midnight black and cobalt blue,
Elusive, your movements stir, as if twilight and shadow were your own
dominion,

Perched upon a rowan, oak or hazel tree,
As you slumber, the early morning dew settles upon your wings,
Under a gentle cloak of mist, you sense the coming of the Autumn shiver,
Until the rising sun's warming rays begin to dance upon the water,

All I ask is to rejoice upon the arrival of another Summer season,

Could you not wait another day to call my name?

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Moon Bones

By: Lloyd Michael Lohr

I stop to ponder those most ancient days, those times long ago passing,
and marvel at their great accomplishments,
when men orbited Earth and first walked upon the once barren moon,

I gaze at the symbols of ideology left behind by the first ones,
those relics held in stasis at our interplanetary museum,
bones of a long past cultures remind us of more complicated times,
of stars and stripes and sickles and hammers,
of bronze plaques declaring good will toward humanity,

What would their reaction be to learn that we live here in autonomous
harmony,
parted from the shores of their far removed time,
it makes me wonder what they would say,
what they would do,
if they could see our gleaming lunar cities,
only the first of many collective accomplishments of tribal man in solar
space,
as the blue and clouded image of the distant earth,
reflects upon our domed and mirrored sky.

A lunar colony they would have thought not possible, in their day,
surely you jest, they would have said as they played frisbee in the
moondust,

Yet this dream has indeed transpired.
for I walk amongst earth-cast shadows and through my bedroom window,
I watch little moon devils swirl about cajoled by the solar winds.

Much progress we have gained, yet there is so much more to accomplish,
as we continue to reach further out into the realm of endless night,
And leave more bones in our passing.

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Ptolemy's Day Dream

By: Lloyd Michael Lohr

Free from the confluence of interstellar dust, the primordial pool of
starbirth,
I step upon the shore and inhale the first breath of life,
I watch at a distance the collapse of dark matter clouds,
as they weave new patterns of life,
deep in the womb of ever expanding endlessness.

In these visions I stand on the edge of infinity and forevermore,
and hold eternity in the palm of my hand,
for in my flight of fancy I am the deus, the creator,
the will to power residing silently in my dreams.

Seeking wisdom from the ancients,
I feel their magnitude reach out to me from beyond the vacuum of time,
and lend to me morsels of esoteric wisdom,
and for that I am forever grateful.

As I look up at the backbone of the night, I smile,
for somewhere,
out there in those swirling masses of stars,
I know my twin soul resides,
out there, somewhere,
he also ponders the same impossibilities,
and in this experience there is a bond that we both unknowingly share,
as we concurrently turn our heads once more skyward in anticipation of
discovery.

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The Red Shift Mistress

By: Lloyd Michael Lohr

I walked the realm of stars before the First Ones came,
the opener of the ancient ways,
some say,
the devourer of worlds in shaded memories of times long passing,
but neither Andromeda nor Milky Way,
nor deity nor human dare whisper my name,

the angels and demons of certain fate,
have made their pilgrimage,
beyond the rim of the galaxy as the epic begins again,
for only I remember Ereshkigal's Riddle,
and in this knowledge Tammuz still knows fear,
as the processional wheel turns ever onward,

in dominion's wake I am the subtle touch of a black-boned god,
upon your shoulder,
when all is said and done and I return on the pendulum's downward spiral,
can you guess my name?

I'll give you a clue,
A chance to decipher the key to ancient mysteries,
I am the ancient sovereign of inner space, the redshift mistress,
The acolyte of dark stars bespeaks of me in wonderment and praise,
Oh, can you guess my name?
As I stand at the threshold of the event horizon smiling.