| New Moon She waited by the window, but I could not see her, She waited alone all through the night's chill, Any could know her, had they eyes to see and anyone could feel the force of her pull. Silent she stood, as naked as air, blinding in blackness like platinum sparks firing as starlight, impenetrant voidal soft seamless fabric, new moon dark. And new she was, for I could not see her. Eye could not have and eye could not hold. No firing within the mind's cortical cloister allowed for the fact that before me she stood. Constant ephemeris, she clouded and cleared, or softened her glow through the white water's shine, yet present remained, but for me to know it called for a sight of a subtler kind. She waited revealed, alone in the window, The new moon ablaze with no light at all. She had set aside her own sun's reflection revealing herself, no shadow to fall. Night after the new moon, March 18th, 1999 |