Two Moons

9-7-95

Two moons I see within the sky tonight;
Mystery while I lie here confus'd.
Stately pines outside washed in silvern light,
While me beneath covers inside abed.

Though my eyes deceived for a moment, I
turn (and in turning) unclothe deception.
The brighter and colder is in the sky,
And the temperate naught but reflection.

Be I a fool to the value of things,
Accepting without comment or reason?
Unwary sailors drown when Sirens sing;
Only death will serve to answer treason.

Yet trade I would, this night's peculiar sight;
To have your face near, blessed in argent light.

To Heather, 9-7-95.