The moonlight burns

With stirring awareness

Washing your breasts

And all thought of sleep

Form my mind

Unable to move

I lay held in the silvery light

I search for you

In your dreams

Reaching but unable to touch


For your opened eyes

Unaided by me

Only my thoughts and need

To wake you

We would fly

In the bright moonlight

Wake, my love

And let the night fill you

With warmth and love

And me

25 Sept 77