Moon stands on top of mountain
looks like it’s speared
smiling a little naughty
to me
moon knows my secrets,
gifts of devotion, affection in
hidden world of enchantment
Gorges of cold between houses in real outside create ice during nights
I cannot run these days, have to wait
for sun
for warmth of spring
Inside house, inside me
magenta
aquamarine
sensual golden nuances
lie dormant
but poised ready to receive
surrender in moon-dance to mystic
imaginary sound of harp
melt me into white light of
smiling
moon
you