Spilled Moon

By Daniel Helman Lee

Tumbling tides of dusk

Shore up stars

Swathed in frothy clouds of down,

Simmering in susurrous silence – sounds

Of skies

Combing

Through the last fibered lights

Of gloam.

A moon’s misted breath

Of haloed stars,

The echoed shells

Of skeletal constellations

Roaming realms of ruminations

And brewing divination.

‘Uncork the moon!’

And moonlight spilled;

I take a moment to drink it all in.

A space of silence between

My heartbeats

To distill

The noise of a crowded world,

To hear clearly

What the moon asks of me

And what secrets the moon spilled for me.

By Daniel Helman Lee