by a moonlit poole

forgive the transgression, if this is.

by a moonlit poole
a gathering of beautiful
fractured friends
conspirators
lost loves
and grown up
despite ourselves
in this faerie ring
presided over
by a cock-eyed Puck
kisses come naturally here
palatable joy resides here
we are blessed again
by a casual mad god

(i remember you at dusk
leather bedecked
wild white hair
sharp steel spinning
in deadly circles
from side to side
i remember your counsel
at the coffeeshop
about a baby
that may have been
i remember
your vampire days)

i remember your eyes in the ring of faerie
sharp swords slanted
full of mischief incredible
a gaze that inspires
reckless campaigns

forgive the transgression
if this is
for i am a mortal man
planted in red clay
full of folly
and discordant dreams
forgive me if i wax poetic
for it is
rare
to spend the evening
by a moonlit poole
to be in the gaze
of a goddess unaware

b. 6/29/08