red moon rising

I measure memory
by kiss and fragrance –

a cherry tree
where we sat and watched
a full moon rising over the hills
like a symphony in red
and
penny royal  filled our lungs,
calling us …

(our cat Rosabel eases unto my lap
to sleep/dreamtime).

This was when we (heart over head/
feet by rooting)
found impossible speed
to cross the singularity
into universe, newborn,
borne by night.

Towards sunrise,
many a mile we wandered
through life, rebuilding ruins
to flourish by kiss and weaving
stars into pathways.

Spent now,
we still wander hand by heart,
yet see day’s morning come into being,
breathless by birdsong…

(Rosabel, while twitching a new dream
alive, brings time into this world)