And the moon bleeds in smoky grey light
a concert for the senses
pushing it out into the audience of night
as lighters flicker as stars.

If you do unto me
what I want to do unto you,
we may never leave
this corner of dreams,
but no worry,
I will leave the window open
to smell words I remember.

this LED lantern,silver candle-ly
with a handle to grab what you see,pitter-patter- rain-splatter,
rubber-tire-wet-roar
in whir- symphony-noise.

not sure of anything,
except when I close my eyes,
it is you I see.
sharp time finds what
lights up the dark edge
of the universe's fabric.

A  diamond-sharp-subtle-touch
of soul in here,
say it out loud,
let it linger,
make a wish!