Monday, July 14, 2003

By moonlight I love you,
when there is no color but blue tinged gray,
crickets chirp their midnight serenades,
and fireflies swoon in slip-rhythm dance
for an audience hidden among the blades
in a light that hides as it reveals.

I cannot read by this light,
but trust my hand to shape the letters.
I can see that I have written,
and hope that daylight will find the words.

I am a hero in your arms, piratical and wild,
gentle and unyielding, lost and found.

If this is lunacy, so be it.
If moonlight love is all that's left us,
then meet me at sunset,
and we'll dance together
while the world dreams daylight dreams.

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