Sleeping Under The New Moon
After my spontaneous dance in the rain, I wake to discover that I am not alone on the night of the new moonThe sun had warmed me into a cozy oblivion and I fell asleep in the grass. Flushed from exertion and naked under the sky. I didn’t hear the dusk birds begin their song, nor the crickets take out their fiddles to welcome the night. My dance in the arms of the rain wore me out to the bone and I slept. Only to rouse from the peaceful depths of sleep to a strange coolness on the night air and a white light piercing my eyelids...