Moon flight

A quadrille for dverse.

Moon flight

There is a certain light
at the start and ending of the night
grey pale as doves in flight.

There is a type of love
that soars on moon-pale wings above
the stars, feathered nestling-soft, a dove,
and it fits us like a glove.

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Of all

A second quadrille for dverse. (It was husband’s birthday yesterday).

Of all

Of all the times, the cities wide,
with all the places you could hide,
I found you, met your eyes that night.

Of all the ones who might have been,
the rivers crossed, the mountains seen,
you wear the crown, my life, my light.