Small and high and white,
the moon tonight
is full and very bright.
I stand outside in my garden
late and alone,
drawing Her down.
Where my frangipani blooms,
reality melts. It seems
there is desert; a cave forms.
Shadows in the far corner
take shape, grow darker.
A wolf's nose. A man's tall figure.
Across the world
between the worlds
our gazes meet and hold.
21/4/08
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