full moon magic

I hold you like I hold the moon
cupped in my two hands, heart-enclosing
trying to stream its mythic light
into my little grasp

…like wind in grass
the moon spills out its
alchemical spells and captivates
the night with half-remembered
shadow-sight...

which lines me like the stones
and trees
and hushing tells the breeze
to linger here
stir up that potionistic
tendency of horses
to turn spirit when they sleep...

I turn around and all is
dis-remembered - all is changed -
and I am in the moon’s grasp now
a single ray
she cups and pours and, beaming,
turns away

...and that is where I am when morning
wakes me
shiny day
and all the breezes silly as they play
in grasses so mundane
but you are gone
I cannot hold you

safe.
You shimmer like the edge of dreams
at dawn
but it is daylight now and
I

remain...