Sunday Thoughts

You were all that was there
while under the moon's gaze
I dream and real
in a field full of clouds low hung
and evening
as it crept across sky.

I dance on the water with you
and drown slowly
in the folds of your mouth.

An owl sweeps on a mouse
in the distance
and there in the branches,
in the full tuft of that bush,
I take it's place. I hunt
for the small creature
that screams
in the center of you.