This luminous float I see
teasing sparkles into desires
that have never really
surrendered to tame rust.
Beautiful while it sails
A round ship in my fluid darkness
stealing glances, winking
in moments that belong to us alone
we of the old, trusting tribe
bathing in the light together
when the tide was high
knowing that giving was forever
learning that possession was death
loving in the pauses
between conversations
that never led anywhere
flecks of light borrowed from the moon
I still collect them in my dream
for lighting your eyes when they say things
with fierce pride and tenderness
you never required to
Why do I now smile
when the young and guileless
sit around waiting for a blue moon.
not knowing that it is fated to be blue forever
when their grayness sets in
and they chide themselves
for not seeking it out while it was red?
©Reena Prasad 31st August 2012
