Thursday, 1 February 2007

luna


at night the moon
is so bright, a pulling of light, low
on the horizon - and she touches my face
and with a silver embrace her glow
finds my dream; white is her gleam,
her wondrous delight wandering
so slow through my soul
until i widen.


2 comments:

emile said...

nice. like it.

Perceval said...

thank you emile