Evening swept in all tight but forgiving,
Moon swung overhead but she left her ladder down
Darris sang like
light bladed grass while I
gauged distances with my spoon-telescope
Caught with instant recognition I grabbed the silvery tails of the Moon's ladder before she realized
She felt my tug and tried to
sing me to sleep as I climbed,
the moon has no other weapons
That close, the
Moon shines deep into me, thought she was terror once, her softness consumes us now
Afraid, she was
glad for the company, and we spoke in whispers about
sorrow and
serenity
I taught her to
somersault, she taught me the seven secret signs of peace
Her laddertips soon brushed the cool grass and she said it was time to hide behind the earth
Returning to her delicate web i climbed down
to where the details are
Walked the rest of the long night back to our faceted glass house
Darris spoke on my arrival "Where did you get these emotions ? This Tenderness? This Silver-White Joy? This Utter Solitude?
"Hush, I stole them out of the moon"