in the moon you wander
your wings of silver silk
starlight plays on ginkos
like rustling marbled milk
–
in the dream we see
flows live impasto art
like alexandrite rivers
washing vacant hearts
–
you create this night
your mystic dancing dust
whispering quilts of ardor
and bulbs of wanderlust
–
wake to watch the fire
that burns the purple sky
this is only ours
only you and I