Moon mirror

what do you see

when you look at the moon

do you see me looking

back at you

while the sun reflects

off its pale cold skin

do you see me there

dancing in your memories

I beckon to your upward glance

to that slight and momentary chance

that I might catch your gaze

in the mirror of the moon

what I wouldn't give for that time

when you trace the vine on my finger

and caress the ruby on my temple

you have done this many times before

in the mirror of the moon

rest now in your sheets and bed

as the stars caress your dream-locked head

and gentle is the kiss of night

upon your soulful eyes

slumber now my searching heart 

in the mirror of the moon