a winter moon
cold and clear
seen
and distant

i reach for you
but not with my hand

i reach for you
i do not know how

you glow
but do not smile broadly

a smile whose fire is within
is what you show

a moment with you

is all i ask.

one that would be a true and full moment.

wholly pregnant
of purity and intention,
it would fill the air with meaning.

an ambrosia shared between us

in a moment.

it is she
who knows.

it is she
that looks beyond me to myself.

it is she
that always knows who i am
(no matter what i pretend).

it is she
within me

though i deny myself that sort of power….

i see your face
it is set against the sky

your eyes are stars
shimmering and sparkling
jewels that pierce the twilight in my soul

your hair gently dances in the breeze
lightly, it traces a path across your face
hiding within the apple of your cheek

veiled in golden curls you are
let me r...

failing words
sadly call through my
hand onto the page.

they sigh…

they breathe their way
around the white and
blueness of the paper.

they long to live
through the lips that
lusciously long to linger
overletter after letter after letter
after….

the phantom returns
in she walks
her face shadowed
her purpose clear

through me
she calls all

within my voice
becomes a song

her tugging had moves through me
and takes of my essence

what i am
spills across the sky

by her hand
i touch the world around me
and drink it in

now, i kn...

what i ask is quite small really.
a small and precious thing
found deep within.
i ask that you present
yourself to yourself
so that you may
know you.