Let Me Keep Them, My Moon and Stars

LET ME KEEP THEM, MY MOON AND STARS 10 April 2016 . I don’t want to walk on the moon. , I want her silver and small, a mysterious ball tossed far up there in a velvet sky, peeping at me, leaf-laced and shy. I want to send her my secrets demure and wild, of old age’s child. I want to keep my childhood moon. , I don’t want to dissect the stars. , I want them to wink at me, blink at me, laughter-laden, scattered across the far beyond, understanding the darkness, feeling it, shiver-cold and centuries old. I want them untouchable, unchanging, . . . and there . . . oh, always there . . .