Sunday, February 04, 2007

I See the Moon, and the Moon sees Thee


The moon, in all her fullness, pulled me from sleep
early Friday morning
before noisy throng of day

She pulled me
from dream of hope
dream of beauty
dream of desire
willing my eyes to open
She pulled me from dreaming vaguely of time spent
and moments yet to be

The moon, in all her fullness, tugs me from dreams and immediacy
reminders of sweet moments
yearnings of eternal magnitude

Whole
blindingly white
juxtaposed against
navy sky

Continuous ebb and flow
of tide
pulling me out of sleep
pulling me out of here and now

Mirrored imagery
whole, bright
reflected on indigo sea

Tide pull
Timeless moon
wakening
softly

The moon, in all her fullness, beyond human comprehension
giving peaceful percipience

Not roughly, not brazenly, but as a gentle breeze
the sound of windchimes, train whistles, a mythical sea bird
haunting my dreams
day and night

The smell of salt, sweat
sunshine on tanned bodies
dipping into cool waters

Reflected in a pool
laying side by side
lounge chairs layed back
stiff chair arms a boundary from shoulders touching
while we
Imagined.
Averted articulations of

Warm nights
to slip in water
nothing but cool silky waves lapping around us as we'd move through the weight of water
denying gravity
warm flesh pressed together
challenging water to come between our thoughts
in moonlight
quiet tenderness
a midnight swim

There
a warm hand on my shoulder, sunshine
There
a sweet smile on a child's face
There
bells ringing, calling the faithless and faithful
There
a fierce Manx
crying, creeping out of the woods on a crisp October night
There
a reverberation from
the string of a guitar in a song sung long before my time
There
a glimpse of a stranger on the street, exchanged glances
There
on the look passed between an old man and his old wife
understanding and love and secure knowledge
of a shared life well spent
There
in church, a benediction, a communion,
a candle expunged in present moment
sending smoke spiraling through space and time
lighting small sparks everywhere,

Hope
igniting
in hearts of those who know
Passing it on

There
kisses remembered
tender, honorable, aching for want of more
enough
but not enough

Timeless
a cherished gift
of unimaginable magnitude
hope for the future promise of peaceful tomorrows filled with simple purpose and joy

Desire,
longing for life
together or apart
a gift of knowledge of what could be
the way it should be

There
a hard hand on my knee
the car
speeding down a highway

There
strong giving hands on sore shoulders
beckoning before either one of us was
ready
Too soon
Not soon enough
Moments wasted but not forgotten
Kisses
Savored like the taste of licorice and love
Hard candy
suckled longer than reason warrants
lasting days and months
Hooking a finger in your beltloop
a slight bent purchase not nearly steady enough
or strong enough
to hold you against your will

or your readiness for me
but a promise
of my will
of my desire


He comes to me
like a dream
time and space no obstacle
not now, but always
not past, not future
simply always

The moon, in all her fullness,
knows
what lies beyond comprehension

The moon, in all her fullness,
knows
the truth, the past, the present, the future.

The moon, in all her fullness,
tide pull
ever constant reminder of brief moments
in time
insignificant to most

but you know

and I know

In the moment,
it was not insignificant

The moon, in all her fullness
defies
reason and logic and complication and schedules
defies
lies and truths unspoken


The moon, in all her fullness,
comprehends
what passed between us

The moon in all her fullness

a persistant reminder
of what is meant to be
But may never be

Look up at the moon, my friend, and deny her knowledge.
See the moon, dream ghost, and try not to imagine what is yet to be.

The moon,
in all her percipience
is full of wisdom of love of dreams
of memory and prospect.

Chose wisely
The moon will rise every night
The moon in all her fullness , will fill your eyes and your heart
with reminders of what was, what is
and what may yet still be


The moon, in all her fullness
presence, percipience, pleasure,
undeniable.

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