the moon still favors you
she loves us both
to be sure
blessed us before our us
even left the ground
but she leaves you extra light
on the doorstep when she leaves,
paints you in gauzy lavender and silver blue
she loves it most when you sing,
she told me
in one of our long conversations
that somehow always lead back to you
about your honey green voice
that sounds of the earth,
and how they all love you in the cosmos.
you are the perfect bridge you see
just this side of ethereal
you mingle with the stars
since you are one
but the grass and leaves grow up around you
with just as much ease
ever so happy to be near your light.
and i am too.
