In my mind, I lay in her curve
a silvery, wintery slip of light
glimmering welcome and respite.

Up here the world quiets below
myriads of lights, shimmering low
billions of hearts, same breath of sentience.

Starlight blinks and galaxies wink
tourmaline gleams among rubellite dreams
moon flickers nigh, luminescent – –

And I in my mind, rest in her crescent.


(Illustration by Ted Rand)