Friday night lights

Crowned in softness, a found

delight  simply in the sight, soft

half moons for eyes, starlight

in warm smiles; she orbits a dance floor.

Later, when rushed by chilled air,

my upward glance through a milk of cloud

as half Moon filled the center of night.

Drove in a silence, moments of

vivid thought, fresh memory

‘neath silver and sepia tinge in the west

then changed route to see her better

‘til she fell into next morning’s rain.

I searched seeking west

and thought her gone, lost again;

on one plane – a disappointment,

on another- an ore of a deeper vein:

when I lost my Moon... Drove-on

as music blurs man-made stars, lights

in commerce, glow of foods and bars

and then as if the wish I would not speak

released from theft by red clay sky

she came back to me, radiant and ever new

beauty I have seen, yet never quite this way

when journeys of the heart find nowhere to turn

and the moment rises when the will

becomes faith, and the soul whispers

its prayers.