Moonlight, a lot of.

We run for the shadows

like the night is prey to be caught.

We drink in star light

as though it will quench loneliness.

But our isolation is sated

with knowledge of the other.

Your eyes are stones reflecting joy from the pools of mine,

both containing a depth of sorrow.

~

And your cry

in the gathering dusk

plays the chords of solitude in my heart.

Your bittersweet sobs

in the moonlight

urge me to dive into your mystery.

~

I will etch the contours of your form

into the eye of my mind

in the hues of every sky:

Aqua, lapis, pewter, crimson, amber, black:

even your daytime hues dusted with stars.

~~~Erin M. 1/23