I
see
you as
you walk
beneath a
full white
moon set in an
an ink black sky
pin pricked by heroic
stars so bright yet faint
they have guided and gilded
our lives for centuries since
the earliest times when we were
just mere specks of dust in the creator
eye upon a gentle spinning globe it seems
concerned alone with light and heat and our own
awakening and as a cloud so delicate passes forth
before our moon as swan wing feathers gently downing
the winter sky dappled down you turn at the sound of a
dog fox barking upon the river bank and almost without a
sight or silver seam the mist rolls over Tirbradden and you
turn into my arms my body warmth my love and we are one as one
Beautiful in sound and form... I very much like the delicate irregularities of this shape-- which makes it more like a swan wing to me... of course my favorite is the luscious, blissfulness of the last one...