Moonflower
Kelley Rouse
A trumpet
clings by tendrils
to a garden fence.
In whorls of pale green whiteness,
it rises
to herald the night.
It is time
whispers the moon.
Unfold.
Open.
You are a waxy wonder,
a radiant glow.
In your center lies the
yellow light of the sun.
Illuminate.
Cross the miles of
darkness that lay between
us.
It is time
whispers the moon.
Perfectly planned for millions of years,
this is the way
to be.
Float free like star dust.
Shimmer in the night.
Invite
the miracle of creation.
It is time
whispers the moon.
Encase the essence of life.
Brown and whither.
Bow down to
the earth.
She will take you to her womb.
You may rise again
to reflect back
my silver light.
It is time
whispers the moon.
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