Similar to poem 19, poem 20 harkens back to my past. I offer deep appreciation to my greatest muse and partner, Lissette. We share love, laughs, tears, successes, failures, hopes, fears, and all that comes to us under a sun eclipsed by a moon. Wes Anderson’s character Eli Cash spoke the word that inspired this poem, and although it isn’t a real word, what this poem presupposes…maybe it is.
“Friscalating Moonlight”_originally conceived on 6-21-05
The moon knows what to make of this,
for I know not.
It hovers in the heavens,
guiding confused couples through life.
A labyrinth of passions,
and darkened roads.
Illuminating possibilities, chances, and hopes.
How it mocks me.
How it laughs at held notions of propriety.
“You mortal fool,
can’t you recognize perfection?”
Beams directing me to embrace her.
Searching for expression.
stretching against the night.
Remove the hair from her eyes,
and stare into bliss.
One moment stolen in the moonlight,
preludes an eternity of satiety.
Thankfully, the moon cannot penetrate a roof.
For I know not what to think of other than her,
and in the safety of my hideaway,
the moon can’t mock me.