Daylight moon

On winter’s beach
Sunday afternoon
Between night and day
Beneath fading sky

Where the daylight moon
Smiles sadly
enigmatically
As red matter drifts by, below
On liquid highways

Where, we, presently lost
With the daylight moon as our host
Survive

Drawn to upward dive
Immerse ourselves
In promised ecstasy
Unreachable?

Of us, our milky host
- Sad insightful female smile -
Awaits a gift
To part with hers

A fair exchange
wherein a secret lies
and awaits
to be revealed.

Dec 2002