Lunar halo

under the pale light

in ten degree temps

neck arches back

to take it all in

the translucent layer

of cirrostratus

thin soft silk

laid across the face

of the ancient night

a few gems dare

to gleam and bask

in the mother moon

and her lunar halo

 

January 25th take two

thirteen years ago

and a room full of poets

a night of anticipation

with me waiting for

someone I knew

but had never met

to take me by my

outstretched left hand

and lead me into

another life

and as the evening faded

that intention did as well

but seeds fell from that

faded bloom

and without knowing it

you had taken my hand

and my life was 

never the same 

 

Talaria steps

you're of my ruling planet

so does that mean you

were to rule my path

directing each step so

I may have no say

for you to slip the lead

around my neck and

take me where you may

and it seems perhaps

that is exactly what you did

almost as if you stole me

away from my own heart

and pointed me into the cold

but in many ways I was willing

that I must have agreed

to your guidance at some point

was it you that took my hand

that night we never kissed

jumping off of the page

I flipped to before it all

you hitchhiked for as long

as I allowed it all, though

I feel you may come and go

at times, now and then... still