28 September 2012
The moon was low
the clouds slow tracks marking the sky
the grass already damp with dew
It wasn’t hard
to lie down
and let the breeze cause me to shiver
imaging it was water washing over me
the dark gray of the ocean
salt upon my fingertips
and swirling shapes as my
vision blurs
until the moon fades into
the pre-dawn light
and I slip off too...
Tonight... • Opuss № I