I

hush
.
.
.
step light into a hidden room
underneath the slatted rails

the full moon
glows in captivity

knitted light beams
stranded with darken night sighs

peek out
from rifted dust ruffles

and I spy the luna lady
who waits

II

only
a most audacious muse
that fey & feisty one
would admit

to confess

she hid the moon
under her bed
for a night

not only once
but twice

III

sail on
silver lady
tucked away in
a hidden cradle
endless dreams

caught

in a captive tide
rocks and lulls
this moony lull-a-bye
and my muse dreams
on . . . and on