You tease me.

Each time I glance up

You have changed,

gliding across the deep blue sky…

in your wake,

the heavens.

So mercurial – you’re close,

then far away,

white, then orange, then gray.

And just before you disappear,

you smile your knowing smile,

and wink -

slipping behind the awakening peaks.

I grieve your quick departure

and beg you to return…

but I should know:

moons are fickle lovers

so I must be satisfied

with the snapshot of you

behind my eyes.

-deborah linne