When night light filled my tired eyes
The moon was not who shone
My luna,
Her sweet celestial subtlety
Only a kindhearted dove to carry here
Such impossible incandescence
As richly poured from distant warmth
The kin of humble heaven’s sparkle
I so often wished upon
In the indelible elegance of pastel dawn,
Too bright to meet my longing gaze
Let me live in eclipse forevermore
For all along,
Nursery rhyme yearnings for hopeful home
Were withered upon gauche glimmers
Feigning grace
You, my sweet love
You,
Were my dusk-cloaked star.