In a stolen glimpse

            of sun

a momentary place

in the quiet voice

            of Time tapering,

A crescent moon descends

like a subtle calculation

of kindness

in stars –

            and the horizon,

like the cloudless sky,

plies the night in

a great arc

            an involuntary urge

            of earth’s visionary

presence shown

            captious

as the shrewd and

altered Light,

            the trace of your love.