Poem Shards

  It's that raving voice of poems again
   won't shut him up till the dawn
  with the full moon
    of you
      in the moonlight
   standing at the edge of your porch
     the softlight
     of G_d upon your face.

   You shine brighter than anyone I've ever known before
     like a supernova that is just exploding.

      from poem page 109