Moon Water

Sometimes a thousand words are used when one would do.  Sometimes one is used when hundreds were needed.  Sometimes words just spin into a pool of image and you're not sure how many there are or even should have been.  Sometimes they mean something, other times they don't.  Maybe they're just fun to think.

Moon Water

Moon water flows through my window

I never just look anymore

Mountains, shocks of amber burn

Blue bright sky, dark on the peaks

The moon burns with them- 

The amber cliffs

But moon water burns white, pouring through my window

Friend light-

Like light on the tide of home shores,

Smiling water flows in.