Give me
a moon-blanket night
to keep me warm

a long-gone smile
to comfort me

a pair of rain-blue eyes
to haunt me

a simple soul
...to love me.

i want to be
in love with you

the same way
i am in
love with the moon

with the light
shining
out of its soul.

leave me a smile
just warm enough...
to spend a million
golden afternoons in.

I realized

June had never been
just a month

music...
never just a tremble
on my lips

warmth was never
merely a blanket.

it was the kind of moon
that I would want to
send back to my ancestors
and gift to my descendants

so they know that I too,
have been bruised...by beauty.

a single poem
the thing that can keep me
light on my feet,
when my soul is
heavy with sorrow.