Breath of Moonlight – Brynn Cook
In my favorite dream,
My very favorite one,
You and I are walking together again, along the pier
Hand in hand, eyes shining orbs
Reflecting the moon--the sun’s great egg.
Pearly and luminous, it hangs so low and ripe,
It might fall out of its diamond-tipped nest
And slip noiseless into the gentle obsidian waves.
It is so close tonight, we could follow the pier
To a silver rope ladder
Climb up to the moon, and live on its pear-flesh shell.
I press into you,
Against strange wonder of the night
Your hair as long as shadows, whispering across my face.
Wordlessly, we gaze into that endless
Shifting desert of black sand edged with silver.
We leap into that fluctuating stillness
That separation of stars and reflections.
But in my dream, I am not fearless for you,
And I lie
As I jerk back my hand.
I watch you in your moment of glory
My heels softening into the planks.
In my dream, there’s only one splash
As you break through the water’s glassy surface
I crawl to the edge
And watch you glide further and further
Until night and water pull a dark curtain
Over your face.
I wait for your last breath,
And pluck the pearl-like bubbles from the water
Each one a shivering silver enigma,
A little moon in my palm.
Enticed, I press the scintillating droplets to my lips