The Moon, a white basket for my prayers

Drink in the heat of an ancient sun held in the cold fire of water rising from earth and rockSpilling over your cupped handsand drawn to lips and tonguePouring water’s memoryof the azure mist it fell frominto the chalice of your fleshTurning your eyes skywards with desire for the freedom it was born of

You were the ocean and we were the land You lay down unflinching You lay down forgetting And you were the ocean and we were the land

Beneath the gentle gaze of a god turned in stone holding the dreaming wish of safety in our arms

A far horizon embraced by cloud like a nameless God beautiful and evaporating