Moonlight and poetry
Virginia Carraway Stark

I dreamt I wrote a poem
It was stuck in a moonbeam
I couldn’t get it out
Just gazed at it in longing
Thinking
That If kisses
Were like poetry
That could get stuck in moonbeams
They would be open
Empty doorways
Filled with possibility
With nothing in between
Each letter a mote
Of starlight in your eyes
As the dream was faded
The moonbeam snatched away
I wondered where my poem
Had gone
Moonlight got
In my face