eminerale

Moon-guarded garden

you were curtained from me

as the rain fell hard then

and between us, the trees

You blinked and were born

As your eyelashes froze

You were lit by the storm

Flew up with the crows

And what points to the moon

Is not the moon

I looked twice at your face

You were gone too soon

Autumn-burned image

your fire touched my lips

Alone on our bridge

I watch the leaves kiss the ships

So what points to the moon

Is not the moon

I looked twice at your face

You were gone too soon

You left evidence, a glow in my mind

Radiant evidence

It points to the sky

But what points to the moon

Is not the moon

No what points to the moon

Is not the moon

And it’s permanent noon

You left me too soon