...I prefer to moon-bathe,
in a night cool
of cricket songs
and promise
I float along
staring up at his brilliance,
his stars
at ease with the way
he lifts me,
I reach toward him
and he takes my hand
together now
in this sea
I remember the first time
I saw a shooting star
how amazing it was
so quick, so fast
that I hurried to make a wish
before its spirit was forgotten
so we entwine
still afloat
above the glowing
blue
steaming over
with no fear
of sinking...
