Charis

Moon, hear my plea.

Gold and crimson hue

If only I could tell you

My sunless self

Guards lock and key

Secrets in an unlit room

I sing hymns to the moon

And I cry with the breeze 

Who carries me to the trees

Into the veil I have

Pleaded your name in threes

You are scrawled in the ink of midnight

One syllable rests

On dew traced veins

And flourishes with first breath

Prismatic dawn hopes to

Light the world as your eyes

Sit beneath the aspen

And hear my whisper

When you search the clouds

I hope you see them 

As I see you.