Nothing between
me and heaven.
I waited,
watched the moon rise,
saw the earth spin
to look away,
But I did not.
The wind rose
to pay homage
to its lunar jewel,
And clouds
slipped across
its sun-kissed span,
a wolf’s eye
rimmed with kohl,
A lover’s eye
in a keyhole,
a peering beast
rising from
sleep.
In the night-blue verdant
branches of forest pines
and late summer leaves
the wind sang.
My heart found the harmony,
and for a fleeting moment
I was a floating note,
Unbound
in
Moon Song
Beyond Panic 