brother moon, you are so haunting.

Whispering from the bedroom floor
while light lays itself to sleep
and pulls the covers up tight,
beckons us follow
the hues dissolving from the sky
and breathing the cool spring air
reminds me that life is in here, in there.

revealing myself again--
the darkness night can not absorb,
proclaiming so nakedly
my need for love, my need
that it makes my soul shudder
at its own weakness
at the depth of this abyss inside
but your quiet pauses
speak louder than a thousand
phrases that I am, I am.

and she said never hide,
but oh how frightening the monsters
and nightmares can be
when they are only inside

and this is home, where my heart can rest
not the building or the trees
but the wonder. And had I always woken
at your window where "france blooms" and
the light strays across my face,
wrapping its arms around me
like a lost child looking for a lover,
a lover. Would I be waking from someone else's dreams then?

and beauty is not an end in itself
but her eyes can be so hard to resist
and love could be destroyed by beauty
if she were all we sought

but, You are the spring air
that reminds me that life is in there, in here.
And You are the sunlight that awakens me.