
A full moon, New Year—
Kauai, bathed in her light.
Dancing her wildness
across the landscape of my soul.
Does she need me?
Do I need her?
I wish there were a way
to capture this moonlit moment—
the grace of her rays
beaming through the windows,
beckoning, teasing to be caught.
Waking me in a warm sweat,
turning me on,
tuning me in
to write.
