If I could catch the moon,
break it into a million pieces
and keep it by my bedside
... I would.
A net the size of earth
would do the trick.
It would eclipse Mr Moon
sliver by sliver
then sneak up ... slowly ... suddenly
engulfing it, like the whale did Jonah
and there I would have the moon in my arms
and I would slice it up
displaying it by my bedside
dazzling pillars of golden magic
my nights will be bright in the years to come.
For C.M. - 2006/7
{Poetic prose}