Tuesday, November 16, 2010

The Poet's Hovel

whisper it
and never tell
the things I give and offer
to you, my Mistress Moon.
I give you my obedience
sweet pale pond reflection.
I give you my life
lonely pane refraction.
I'll take you as Wife
and to me you will be
all and nothing.

hm 11.11.10

1 Comment:

John Camillieri said...

Lovely poem. I too am a "moon" person, and the image of a moon reflecting on a pond resonates strongly with me and makes me thing of summer nights when I was really young, outside playing with my friends, flashlight wars and such.