Luna Moth at Mindfulness Retreat
26 May, 2007
Barre, MA

Sweet moon flier
captured by day outside my window
like a snapshot of the broad smile of a girl.
The crescent of the night
tempted you with happiness.

The breath of spring air
is on your green, feathery wings,
lightly reminding you of the dark
and the other breezes that brought you
here to me now.

Or, was that just a dream?
Imagined pure joy—
to be heaven bound
toward your true love,
round and full of peace—
a pregnant kiss on the cheek
of nothing but the hope of trying
again tomorrow.

Until then, rest here with me.
We will share the darkest longing together,
in love with what this waiting offers us.