To Gather Moon Beams

As the parting sun
drains the color from the sky,
the full moon reassures us
with a twinkle in her eye.

Tonight I hope to open the love window.
I've been assured it's easy,
but I seem to lack the key.
I place my hand upon the glass,
tell the moon my deepest yearning
and send up a silent prayer.
I tell the moon I no longer wish
to remain isolated from the world.
That I want to learn to speak
the languages of love,
to learn to walk
as a light between the shadows.
The light of the moon 
washes across my face,
leaves a kiss upon my cheek
erasing my despair.

With the burdens of my heart,
now among the ethers,
my window opens in a cinch.
It's now I understand,
one cannot unbolt the love window
when sorrows weigh upon their heart.
With the barrier removed,
I reach my arm into the moonlight,
hoping to gather a few moon beams
to place beneath my window
so I can keep
the glass partition open,
so that my love can always flow
in and out as one
with the moon,
the stars,
the souls.