apart, we still share
an innocent, stubborn sky
with a delicate moon
rounding in the theme
of the eternal circle,
a complete darkness following
a full light, the double event
rolling in its reliable procession,
each linked to the other
with no clear ending and beginning.

luminance and mystery,
they lean against each other
just as we do, circling
one end of a dream to the other,
rounding from the dark of distance
to a coming time of fullness
when a long night will end.
morning will awaken
with a sunrise kneeling by the window
like a blushing rose, dew-misted
with a glow distilled and gathered
from all the words of love and hope
tossed across the sky
in a shower of stars
falling on the circling tides