Man in the Moon

I ran
Not from,
But to
The Man in the Moon

A slice of light
Within the walls of a gallery
As fine as paper
With precise edges

I am drawn
To such an invitation
Upon discovery,
Captured and enveloped in white

Turning around,
He is there... smiling
My Oracle lover
Unbounded stars within his eyes

Restlessness becomes a certain calm
I am my own Universe
I am love
I am light