sweet lunacy

the full moon shines through
the latticework of the mezzanine railing
leaving odd geometric patches
of bright white light
here and there
in the otherwise darkened apartment

at three in the morning
I err in the quietness
looking for patterns
coming from the skylights
the church clock strikes the quarter hour
a plaintive ding dong
coming from the gothic spiral
sweet lunacy touches my soul
in a single moment of lucidity

the eerie squares and rectangles of light
somehow reassure me
of my personal poetry

yawning, I return to my slumber
certain now to dream of being lost
in moonlit forest paths
and the promise in his smile, deep in sleep
as I climb the oak stairs
of his magic secluded tower
to the sweet solitude
of curling up against
his strong back



sweet lunacy
5 november, 2006
The Lyons Collection
[2006.5.11...a]