The Moon

You are the moon

You cast pale light into the old-growth forests of my heart

and reveal ancient temples and hidden hollows I could not see without you

A cosmic dancing partner to my sunny disposition

I lead, then you lead, then I, then you

on and on and on

an ethereal dance of light and dark and shadows


In every phase of you, a new person

I pine for every shape and form

full and bursting, a half smile rising, a half smile fading

then empty and new

a velvet and warm darkness, ripe and straining with possibility

Blue and new and harvest and blood

every season of you a rich, new mood

That I could be a saguaro bloom

on a high desert night

pollinated by hungry fruit bats

hunting beneath your thin celestial light


You are the moon, my love

You turn the tides in me, ebb me toward and flow me away

the blood of my heart moving in waves that crash upon your shore

longing to stay but turning always

with a slow hissing draw of sand and foam 

back out to the sea