I wonder aloud-
if this moon is ours, alone.
this night-
just for you ;us, (you correct me with your eyes, as you are known to do)
looking on, with a shared looking glass of love,
a concave canopy bends our perception (above)
ah- sweet fools
or old souls, now grown old
just a beam
of that light
is this ours alone? tonight
and only ours-
my love
I love you.
Month: October 2025
youth.
the insolence of youth-
perhaps Icarus should not have flown in June
if only perhaps a hemisphere
might lessen the fall
for us all,
even from the depths
of Orpheus’ song
another young fool
who flew too soon
but I only know this
of my distance from youth.
Shades of My Garden 