Reception 

All night long

A spy’s moon

Gazed

In secret

From afar 

Onto my home

Stranded

On this ragged 

Corner.  

And when I awoke

She whispered 

Her gift

That bathed 

Me in silver

Warmed me

In silence

So precious

Where everything 

That happens-

Desired and not-

Is woven together 

And somehow 

Makes sense.