Syzygy
The moon is dripping
sweet dreams cascading
on the moistened sand
the sea murmurs, hissing
a mellifluous chant
of salt, of a distant land
of a distant something.
Oblivious to the insanity
of whatever is humanity
supine I wonder
the syzygy in the stars
flickering gems, bliss
...then I ponder
that your eyes are brighter
now I crave another kiss.
