Sometimes when I’m 
in one room
it’s hard for 
me to imagine 
I have another 
beyond that doorway 
a different place 
filled with things 
colorful comfy things 
just like I
suppose I do 
when touching you 
surprised to find 
parts of you 
that right now 
I’d forgotten about 

You have become 
my moon sometimes 
bright and full
other times just 
a sliver and 
once a month 
dark and gone 
but I suppose 
it’s still good 
to have a 
moon orbiting around 
for it makes 
this planet less 
cold and lonely 

You’ve become 
the exception 
not rule
your choice 
not mine 
feel free
to stay
away as
long as
you like 
for I’m
more comfortable 
with you 
gone than
ever here
you are 
the rain
and not
the sun 

Father away
than far
for near
with silence 
is as 
close as
the moon 
what’s such
a thing 
that ventures
so close 
filling one 
with awe
then moves 
quietly away
with nary
a care
oh yes
the moon
you are 

I warrior 
you squire
I know 
you feel 
two men
who more
than ready
for battle 
I no 
longer feel 
having scars
but you 
feel each
and every 
ding and 
chink whincing
me spectacle 
you spectator 
each doing 
his own 
for life