I am the moon
And she is me
I push my face into the sky
I taste the salt of tides
I hear the owl
She hears me too
Whoo are you
I am a creature of the night
Like you
These dark ships of cloud I ride
And scuttle like the leaves that fly
Fly higher
Whisk me round a curl of wind
To dance a spectral tune
And settle me back down
Beneath that mother tree
Again 
That reaches to the moon
And I will sleep
Upon her autumn quilt
And I will dream 
In yellow red
And gold 

Sara Mathews     October 2021