Even More Graced Am I Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'm conflicted and astonished by the sunlight
Even more, graced am I by these moonlit nights.
Sunlight is our first brush with love
But moonlight even when eclipsed
In its shadowy, bloom
When it falls on our lips
Is second to none
It tugs at us… in its ocean swell
It points us in ever unexpected new directions
It is the eye of a hurricane
It is the lily pads swaying
The braying's of a gelding horse held by its reins
It is the bride on her honeymoon, waiting-her groom.