Lunar Dream

Dreamt at night to be—to have been—

one of the ten men to walk the lunar surface:

standing on a sea of flat tranquility, bootheel sunk

into fine white dust, the gold filtered sun bright and

hanging cold in a black sky, the airless world

silent as the Earth rises blue over

the impossibly curved horizon.

                       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. To be a lunar traveler

tonight within you! To undertake the journey through

the vast black distance between us, cold

and stars, curbs and houses and crisp

yellow streetlights that fool like sharp

moon-shadows depth perception, just

as I lost perspective when watching

your blue eyes open like a lunar earthrise.

--RFRY, 15 July 06

This is a version of Lunar Dream.