For you, I stretch out on the verdant grass
and ponder the wide, glittering velvet of the sky. For you each night I wait, and hope that even more of your darkly-glowing silver mystery will be revealed to me-- and bit by bit, sliver by slice, you reward me. Is it any wonder time and magick and life itself are measured by you? Do we speak of double-suns or half-months? Nay, never--
and I have watched you
hovering over me protectively besides,
moving with me through the shadows,
following me just as closely as I heed your progress, too.
I have studied every feature of your cherished face
and wondered, imagined, what else is there to you,
hidden just beyond that luminescent edge
which separates the half that you conceal
from what little else you show?
I adore you in the garden when all the world sleeps unaware,
reaching up to press my fingers to the sky,
and I contemplate the silent reverence
this earth-bound longing
for one who lingers just beyond my touch.