Outside My Window

NIGHT TALES  Moonlight soft as downflowers push through a window a manic sight   except when the moons          shadow turns to gray.                 Flowers spin   until a petal grabs a slice        of moonlight.                                                                                                                                  It, too, began spiraling. I shut my        eyes.   It began to unravel a sweater losing its yarn.                  Light allows me to seethread’s tail shifts into the atmosphere.  The moon and its light explode    whirls into the night          no boundaries.              . I cry and cry                you should cry too.     The night dream                        it wasn’t a beginning but the end But in the galaxy, round eyes wait,    expectant as they prepare to follow                                                 the darkening light                  with the patience of a vulture