Lunar Dream

Dreamt at night to be—to have been—

one of the ten men to walk the lunar surface:

moonscape upclose with fine bright white dust,

startling in the unfiltered sun, and footprints

that do not fade, permanent and

soft edged, lying on a sea of flat tranquility

on a silent, airless world as the earth rises

blue in the distance.

                       to be—to have been—one of

the six men I assume have touched you, with

your pale titanium white translucence and your

athletic fluidity of gesture and your shock of

blonde hair. To be—to have been—a lunar traveler

within you, to have been one to undertake the

journey I imagine must be magic like nothing I

can fully grasp, like moonscape depth perception

where sharp edged shadows fool perspective, just

like I lost, when watching your blue eyes open as

a lunar earthrise.

--RFRY, 24 Jun 06

This is a version of Lunar Dream.