Honoring Your Poetry...

The moon waltzed me home
On ribbons of galvanized light.
I strayed from the traffic,
Keeping careful not to be
Blinded by headlights or thoughts
To throw me off balance.
I carved my path
Where no one had walked;
Creating stories and poems
From the lexicon of words
Swirling inside me.
I gazed at Christmas lights
Half hidden behind closed curtains
Wondering where the time had gone again.
Time rides on rocket ships while
Age keeps the beat
Of unwound clocks.
I am a terrible student
Of life's lessons.

The moon waltzed me home
As zither sounds floated
On carbon wings through my imagination.
I swayed to the music they played
Hoping no one would think me
Drunk or crazy.
Old autumn leaves
Cloaked the sidewalk, feeling
Like a blanket of silk under foot.
If it wasn't so cold,
I would dance barefoot
To amuse the moon and all
His relatives.
I probably amuse them anyway
The way I tend to make wishes
On stars that I can surely never touch.
Cold nights sound friendly to anxious ears.

The moon waltzed me home
While most everyone else slept
In quiet houses in quiet beds
Having quiet dreams.
Perhaps they will subconsciously
Detect my journey and begin
To dream in color and noise.
I smiled at the way the trees
Looked illuminated by the night
As they bowed to greet me in passing.
I stole bits of hedges and shubbery
To give to the Faeries
Who protect my home while I am away.
I want to take them water
From the spillway but I have
Nothing to keep it in other
Than my memory
(Which will have to suffice).
It's cold,
But it should be colder.
The water should be frozen and
The ground should be covered in snow.
Perhaps another night.
For now, the ribbons of galvanized moonlight
And zither music will have to do.