Luna Selene

Soft trees beneath the sky

Me beneath the trees

A hazy spring bloom carried in the wind

Growing in the ground

Leaving stains on my knees

And above it all, she floats

A soft white vision

Round and faded and full

Held fast by a backdrop of blue

A mess of blurry imprecision

She's with me everywhere I go

Though it's years until I see her

Even if I don't know at the time

She's keenly searched for through car windows

The only part of long drives that has me eager

Strange to think it's owed to glass,

To human ingenuity, to sand and the ocean

The very thing she holds under her possession

That allowed me to meet her

To see from behind shiny frames what I'd only had a notion

Because there she is

Bold and whole and proud

What once was white has change

Lines and shapes of gray

And she's as soft as she is loud