Perigee Moon

“Moon Dreams” by Jonn Einerssen

 

draw the silk of the night

through the window

slip it under the sash

pull it snug into swaddling

for each newborn dream

thank the perigee moon

for fertility proudly instilled

in the womb of the mind

for the gift of its gleaming

irradiant source

for a soft incubation

subconscious creations

recombinant thoughts

who live unexplained lives

in their pieces and wholes

who will grow to maturity

reaching a kind of old age

with a shadowy wisdom

available briefly to grasp

with the fingers of sleep

before fleeing like smoke

called to home in the ether

the magical hour of

psychosomatic

entreaty by time

in obeisant turn to a

regnant new dawn