Narcissus Moon

Did you look up last night        
to the brightened sky dove;        
breathing, and did you walk        
in the shadows of a lunatic’s love,        
above with the light of being,
        
Graybeard that hung the lantern,        
walking in clouds of white pillows,        
the disguise of a place that drapes in space        
as the crescent hand that willows the face,        
following drifts of the misting,        
in the light of the Narcissus Moon.        
      
Did you feel it with your eyes,        
swooning over and beneath        
the bending disguise that listens        
with a face that symbols peace;        
I found him there, and weeping,
        
Graybeard that hung the lantern,        
playing your cords of smiles and grief,        
the disguise of a place that drapes in space        
as a crescent hand that willows the face,        
never to miss a revealing,        
in the light of the Narcissus Moon.