once you sang of the moon
and its silvery light
nestled in a velvet blue
a pearly orb of white
as you strummed, you looked at me
and conjured up delight
in your eyes love was full
and promised dazzling flight
but in the morning in my bed
your spot was empty, cold
the sun was fiery yellow
while this maiden, gray and old
now the moon, it hides from me
and in the sky plays dim
each night passing — lessening, waxing
for some other lovers’ whim
who wakes alone?
there are those of us
who greet the sun
or otherwise brush
silently the moon
fingertips
wingtips
Hands in my pockets
I do not envy the moon
her lonesome path
although I fail to see
any but my own:
footprints in the snow
under an obscuring
snowfall
hidden moon
silent she-wolf
Let me be the sun or moon
who may go dark for a while
but comes back
ever brighter
let us take our time in love
and the pace be pleasing
to both of us
though the tide recedes
and the sun and moon cycle
countless and dauntless
we forge slowly for
an eternity
stronger than
the gravity
of their orbits
towards glass skyscrapers
a curious moon drifts down
orange reflection
tonight
the full moon carries
a full-bodied beauty
I find myself reflecting
her amiable mien
What sweet words have I
against the succor of your eyes
which find me a flame
while mine reflect
a similar brightness?
Together we outshine the sun;
We have no need for moon or stars
Waking with the moon
A horned owl
Reflects stars
In its eyes
RED GLADIOLA 