Moons

Moons

You can carry love
Like a basket of moons,
Through the night that covers you.
Each one only the size of your hands
But bright enough to show you all that matters.

They light the black depths of oceans, as you sail them,
With the soft slip of fishes far below you
And the basket safe in the bow.
Only the turn of the oars
And your steady rowing to break the silent water.

They disturb the menace of the trees,
Dispersing the shadows, and softening the leafless branches.
The path is clearer, and your dreams have company at last.

Each moon is a gift from the planet of another person,
Reflecting the light of someone you have discovered,
With your spaceship of a heart.
It is only yours because you have moved each other enough.

And how you have moved me,
With the tenderness of knowing
Who you are

Lost

Lost

Knives