It suddenly glows in my left window.
Do you see its form wherever you are?
Its bright face graced with such subtle shadow.
Strange how I can’t observe a single star
anywhere through that distant dark. How it
recalls that instant sparkle bordering
your eye’s pupil and iris, fond of wit
I found—reflex to your wit—endearing
us to each other like moon to night sky.
Have you ever wondered why the goddess
Zirna hangs a half moon round her neck? Why
Selene’s crown was half moon, and she dressed
in those half-moon veils? It must be that same
spiritual light I sense, hearing your name.
Roger Armbrust
January 15, 2012
