The Moon Lends His Voice

I pause in mid-air
almost still
to watch you, my lover Earth.
You lament that you only see
the presentation side,
that my face never changes –
a cardboard cutout.
This is all that I am.
Everything that you see,
you already know.

I catch what light I can
give you,
managing to give you
some piece of myself.
We share this light
together – always together.
Between our cupped hands
we are transfixed.
Dancers in attendance –
a gentle pull and sway. 

from “The Keeper of Days”