(naming that which cannot be named)
Hypnotized by the perfect imperfection
of the moon.
Opening oneself, back to ground, to the vastness
of the lambent night overhead.
Listening to new frequencies and unimaginable
Inspired by multidimensional sights
and limitless nuances.
Wanting to sing in five harmonious voices
about all of everything.
yet not daring to whisper
How do you describe the feeling of being in love? You really can’t.