My Lover, the Moon

Moonlight through spindrift,
you have a special pull
on oceans, dogs and me.

In the headlamp’s light
I only see my two feet
plodding through moondust

So I turn it off
and let my eyes adjust
in your soft pearly glow.

Aspens stand naked
in the snow, their white skin
aglow in the pure cold air.

We could be those trees,
you and I, together
in a mountain meadow.

In the still night I only hear
my footsteps and my breathing.
In the morning, the wind is up

And you are gone.
We say many moons ago,
but I know it will always be you.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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