A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.– Oscar Wilde
Last night you broke into my room with the skills of a thief
and looked for something or someone to reflect upon
your own reflected light. Finding my eyes closed in dark sleep,
you commanded them to open and bear witness to your brilliance.
Tonight you are a ghostly moon passing between
the shadows of clouds unable to hide the light of your grace,
a lone spotlight whose sun’s reflection beams from your face.
Soon from my bed, I will no longer see you,
but you are there, there like night is there
hiding in wait to disturb my sleep, before the sun
awakes and your seductive light is awash with her own.