BORROWED LIGHT

The gray, velvet curtain of clouds
parted ever so briefly last night
revealing a moon, growing
more full of herself,
as she peered out.
I was there to see her,
the form of smile
shared between us
despite the chill
of the too winter-like spring.
This morning the sad
drooping daffodils said
they saw her too, captured
her luminescence, and
reaching up, opened
to free her beauty
into a gray, rainy day.

NIGHT SONG

The evening shows no reluctance
in enveloping the dregs of the day,
leaving a cool breath of promise.
The clouds build in
enveloping the moon
half pillow, half shroud.
Tomorrow is an empty promise
that will accept what we offer
or nothing at all, save the rain
it will hold back another day.
One star appears, pulls the
curtain of clouds around it
and whispers to the night
I am all there is, cherish me.