Moon Poems 225 12 34 Ten of Six 42 87 Running Lights 22 225 The Moon is an impossible lover. Constant in her travels, she is always new to me and reluctant in coming. If she were to allow me to join her, I could not go- I am bound too tightly to my Earth. Go to bottom 12 The narrow eye of night slices through time and space to where I lie, watching. In one swift movement, I am wrapped in soft shadow and carried off, into the darkness. Return to top bottom 1256 Like an old friend or lover, the half moon calls to me through my window, waking me from troubled sleep. I ask of her one thing: to look in on you, also and tell me that you are well. Return to top bottom 34 I am almost too shy to watch her growing full, night after night. Tonight, I think she senses my hesitation, and rising to dark majesty she dons a thin veil of mist calling to me, softly. Return to top bottom Ten of Six I stood, loving you watching your rounded fullness, your soft beauty draw away from my Earth. I would have stayed to watch your ascent, but it was February, and you were cold, also. Return to top bottom 42 Rain-soaked and half-shy, a churlish half moon looks down on me, burrowing tunnels through downy fog. This is my great escape- Headed south on Route 7, or on Highway 116 Headed south, getting off the Interstate at an exit that takes me far from home. Anywhere that's not where i'm supposed to be. My companion moon is a poor accomplice- she laughs at me because she knows I cannot get away as long as I look forward to sneaking back to my own bed sometime before morning. Return to top bottom 87 My dreams hang on the horns of a crescent moon and sinking deeper into the heady smell of strawberries still warm from afternoom sun I watch her as she grows bright on blue going down into night. Return to top bottom Running Lights Coming home overwater, I do not watch the redding sunset growing dim behind the shore. The crisp, clean light of a full moon spills out across the calming water. Only I can hear her voice: You, it's you, it's you- Her reflection sails toward me and I reach out to touch it only succeeding in breaking it up to scatter and drift lapping at the side of my boat. Return to top bottom 22 I imagine that I can feel the Earth spin as I cling precariously to my hold in the early morning. At dawn, the Moon full and ripe hangs thick and red running from the first hot rays that strike her back. I, too, scurry along my way, anxious to return to my own place while there is still time. Return to top words inside outside The Worlds