What Happens to the Moonlight?
to the moonlight
when dawn
arrives?
Not what science thinks.
It hides along
the eaves and under
leaves too kind
to move,
or clings to the sill
of a child�s open window.
I have heard it
talking with the dew,
as if the two were
friends.
I have seen it die
beside a stream
or in a quiet
room,
that it may shine again
in someone�s eyes,
or make a proud
man realize that not
one thing is what
he thinks it is.
October 8, 2006
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