A Sleepless Moon Poem by James McLain

While there are two children
and them leaving where to come
from warm each temperate home
through each open window
across the open field all the way.

Their teacher is and trust is by
one hand of each is met, one wept.

Underneath, a sleepless moon
are two young lovers, 'pupils thy
near to they of whom would look.

Why their books you turn each page
from which they have but left behind.
Trapped in moons of white and black.

Each takes on the body
and each shape
and his the lovely lady
is her looking glass
who peers inside
and sees that man.

With his long bow
drawn shooting arrows
high in space the moon
looks full and open.
See her smile?

Between his legs
a running stream
her cup is used to
fill the hollow bowl.

When full and rubbing lips
and looking down is when
their faces are made clear
the water when it sits is still.