I was there

for the birth of The Moon

I was there

when the prosaic dark of night

broke into a grin

She came, a poet

great seductress of the seas

to a world unready

as it will ever be

Won’t you linger your gaze

above the mountain stream

this misty, Autumn night

strung-up, hovering,

a shrouded cloak of white

While lovers bathe

in each other’s gaze

as the pendulum-swings

on misspent youth

She shines,

can you see?

She shines

for those awake