stray solitary
this moon full behind the clouds
seeks a silver thread

Whilst moon gazing some five plus years ago in Kyoto, I felt in my heart, a moonache. A longing to touch something seemingly just beyond my fingertips—so close and yet, and yet so insurmountably far away………..

How oh how to touch to be to be in touch? To be in.touch? Beautiful moon of my heart, how to touch and to hold, You? So close—like the warm pulse soft underneath my skin—and yet, and yet so far far and unbearably far away? Is there not a threadlike silver spiderweb where to you, i can be led?
Do not stray, please—dear moon moon of my heart. This moonache is so much more than my body fragile
can bear.