the full moon dance

 

the moon was full, so we danced

until our feet no longer hurt.

we danced until we fell, exhausted,

into each other's arms.

the wind was gentle that night.

gentle like a poet's song.

gentle like the memory of your hand

resting softly on mine.

the sun returned, hesitant yet insistent,

like a child waking from a dream.

 

11/18/2017

distant dreams

 

and i would dream distant dreams

of things that could not be,

knowing full well they would all come true

if you dreamed them too with me.

our laughter would echo and thunder

through valleys thick with pines,

over mountains, meadows and oceans,

across the sea of time.

and we would see as children then

and travel to distant lands

until the morning catches us

waking in the sand.

6/2/1991