Dreams cast in moonlight

Inspired by Winnie's "Landing"

Moon Beams

Moon beams scarcely disturb my thoughts,
Or enter into calculation
Of my import on love or life.

Yet they are there eternally;
Ticking sure in a maiden's womb
And crashing waves on the shore.

Can I pretend there is no touch
Of silver slivers of delight
Upon my slowly passing life?

With aching bones and slumping frame
I seek love's caress in any light.
Only a fool would shun the Goddess.

Come close in full brilliant display,
Or tiny slip, or hidden face.
I will stand in silence -- and wait.

You will come, of this I am sure.
My tears will change to stardust.
My dreadful pain will melt away.

faucon