Hide n' Sneak

what a gift Darkness gives -

such dramatic stage

Moon in My window - slowly passing by e

light so bright it a wake ns  each wee morning

a bit more,    rounder,      stronger

I like to show My skin to You

face to soak , lights a smile…

             watching Wind   waving  silhouettes   of  Tree’s branches    between us

so bright now I can almost see these words as I write them     perhaps in a few more passes     
You will illuminate the whole page

                                     exposed  to the pale blue   lume

the touchless touch of night