Half the Moon

The sky swims
thick with light
and stars that hold
wishes like holding
the breath of a galaxy

until the laughter
of a woman opens her mouth
and the sound of water
springs into warm
and generous rains.

Half of a moon
is almost enough
when the earth stirs
beneath her brilliance,

a lover
waiting for his signal
to climb the trellis
falls through the window
into the arms of warm breezes
and sweetness of orange lily petals.

It won't be long until the moon is singing
and calls quiet as a nightingale
as the sun sets and darkness reflects
on the cool surface of enough sleep
to remember how to dream out loud.