Asleep in Gods palm

I might never sail

far enough north

to see the northern lights of yours

not this lifetime

I might never sail

far enough south

to see the southern cross above you

not...this lifetime

I was touched by this rare planetary feeling

this evening when

a full moon rose like the universal lantern

pale and globe-like over chalk-stone mountains

while I was moving my humble vessel

barefoot and slow over your dear body

mother earth

Now all these stars that followed shyly

resemble all I wish for you tonight

as my compass lies motionless

just like my body

in unconditional union

in deeply interwoven intimacy

just like the first night

a mother and a newborn child

silently spend together and breathe

asleep in Gods palm