3 am

Sonnet by moonlight.

We live on an island in a beautiful river, in a very small and peaceful village, quite far from any city.

In the daylight it is gorgeous; a place to sit and watch the sun play with the water.

In the silent hours after midnight, the sky pregnant with the full moon, another world appears …..

(Text by Dave, art by Meg, magic by nature).

This pat of butter moon
melts into the river -
round, yellow, sinking
outside our window
with a silence so sudden
it wakes us,
swallows us,
coats us in light.

And I might
lick it from you -
from your warm sleepy skin -
taste of the night,
texture of life,
essence of moonlight.