The city feels you drawing near,
riding with the foaming tide -
a pearly nautilus, sublime,
agleam with fire on ice.
Towers stand on tiptoe
twirling spires of light
as you appear, jittery
as women on a blind date,
unsure what to wear.
The river undulates, adrift
in narcissistic reverie,
adorned with glowing
spirals and ellipses
you bestow so freely.
I await you at my window -
Juliet's proud Romeo
could not inspire
such heightened states
as this moon-vessel's
precious cargo -
Let me be your cup-bearer
for just one night,
your acolyte…
Moonrise
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2003
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