Moon rises fair and fleece.
Dark crow upon the fence outside.
Night thought, like snow concealed.
Lies dance like fireflies.
Have you noticed that?
Between sight and thought,
pane of glass, invisible, soft.
Yet touch that shallow moon
and all outside comes within,
Warmth of finger leaves its mark.
Passing breeze takes even that,
leaving behind sidelong glance.
And the message
He’s gone with me.
Left here, stranded candlelight.
And starbright looking in.
Neil Reid © 2005