Falling Into The MoonFalling Into The Night

©2013 Louise Gallagher

Breathless I fall through the darkness, my heart
skipping upon an ocean breeze carrying me
thoughts unravelling
streaming out in wisps of clouds
floating by without regard to time or space
unravelling into fantasy
where sun and sand and sea meet on the playing field of dreams
running naked into untold stories of men with hooded eyes who
sit and sip fingerprinted glasses drained dry of absinthe
their voices rich with tall tales woven
into visions of walruses and sailing ships pushing out
from shore, my breath catches on your lips
red rimmed with the wine we tasted together laughing
at a bar where a dark eyed songstress
called down the moon
and coaxed the night awake

breathing into the moon I fall
enraptured by the fragrance of the stars
holding me captive
in the pages of a story yet untold beckoning me
to unravel the chords killing me softly
upon the sultry notes of a jazz piano spinning me
senseless into the night

satiated I let go of needing to know for whom the bell tolls
and find myself running breathless into the arms of my beloved waiting
to catch me
I fall into the night.