Moonbeams Poem by Theresa Daly

Where are you tonight
this first glimpse of
spring? The night all
balmy, the moon full-

Jupiter sparking up
beside it, a cloudless
sky ablaze, bathed
in its glow;

the air, sweet scented
and light, sponge- cake
and springy, I want
to walk to the water

to wake the swans,
take to the swings;
to growl, to howl-for you to
slither into me;

but it is late
or early in the morning,
and no longer safe
to roam alone

and you are somewhere
between tomorrow and
yesterday; as far away as
moonbeams.