This is the moment I have dreamed of

And like all dreams disappoints

Wishes bloom in moonlight

The dawn, no matter how soft

Burns away possibility –

The moment, irrevocable remains.

Still one is born of the other

Moment from the dream

And even the most unchangeable

Truth

            Has its seed

In the formless dark of desire.

Waking then does not  mean

The end of wishing

It is only the flower on the stalk

Pale and plain

            But fragrant

In endless abundance, noticed

Only when the sun in her insistence

Draws a shadow between the world

And its enduring disappearance