Ava's Moon

 

I have seen the moon
over the quiet night sea
as it ripples upon barely motioned waters
and multiplies its place
like the facets of a precious stone

The Moon seems to agree
in the picture, and  pleased to be
an unfinished orb on the nape of night
gleaming in actuality and bringing even more
in possibility, as She waxes an eloquence
unknown to words.
This is Ava's Moon--
for I have seen her eyes
when they well, and when they smile,
and as they take in the gifts of the world.

There are miracles in the moonlit night
and then, there are the sights, the earnest flights
that wind and climb to find
the emptiness of spirit
the remembered places in forgotten lives.

There we see why the moon stands
in need of forgiveness, too...for it is not enough
to attend beauty... there are the lasting beams;
the lights that illuminate the heart.