Jill Stockinger
STRUCK BY MOONLIGHT
Seven psalms for seven lovers,
seven days in a week.
I am weak as I walk
this illuminated street.
The rain gives green life,
the rain brings the blues.
The ocean is hoping
to marry the moon.
There are seven lovers dancing
in the diamond-studded sky;
the diamonds are reflected
in their shining eyes.
Out of bubbles and froth,
seven spirits form;
seven go dancing
with lovers in their arms.
The bright moon
spreads its beams of light--
the dancers float on,
through diamond-studded nights.