inhaled by the moon
on a night before full
as gauzy ghost fingers
grip the violet night
almost as if they were clouds
glowing with bone-light moonbeams
softly drifting like gossamer owl wings
over aubergine skies pin-holed by planets
and speckled with only the brightest of stars
10/29 - I fell in love with life again tonight, thanks to the beautiful moon and lenticular clouds that are keeping a tight grip on the valley like hands joined in prayer overhead.