moon & me

it's just
moon and me
while the girl sleeps
silently
aligning
wrongs and rights
inevitably
of science
probability of
love

the decade dawns
as the twinkling twenties
dusks
twilight
musk
infinite bottled
like good wine
it all reaches
pivotal time
where hands hold
and words coax
the next
transition
of a soul
young and old

tis I
mother
tis I
sister
tis I Auntie
with
a warm blanket
of stars
wrapping the
world
with
the sun and moon
on a kite string