You Tried To Catch The Moon
You tried to catch the moon
out of the lake.
It would reappear with
every sweep of your cupped hand.
The thunder didn't speak your name
last night when it whispered
over the hills.
You wanted in on my heritage,
so you entered into my window
and wandered like the elusive moon
does, when it follows a car out of
the city limits;
you walked beside me all night.
I kissed your lips only in poetry.
You sing about someone like me.
Our art never touches.
Good night mutual muse.