Ever watch the moon cross the sleek sky
simple, remarkable, out of our control
spectacular, astounding when in its whole
a magic, a mystique, lets us question why.
Might a person ever recall time in pleasure
while asleep in life, a sudden stir of mind
did a lover once say let us always rewind,
going forward forgetting passion will reassure.
What feels right, might be her rite of passage
forging a path lets us all ignore our selves.
Press on the pretense was meant upon shelves;
a library, sullen literature, a romantic message
I took a walk this evening under the moonlight
imagining sensuality prolong sunrise … might
