The moon stares
its borrowed light,
and burrows into
the dawn.
This lozenge,
like a Eucharist,
melts between
my words.
Gerald the Writer
Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!
The moon stares
its borrowed light,
and burrows into
the dawn.
This lozenge,
like a Eucharist,
melts between
my words.
Gerald the Writer 
With all the attention, an embarrassed stare?
A eucharist for an illumined life.