The moon
casting off her clouds
steps naked
into our room
drawing a finger of light
across a naked
sleeping
you
lies now
at your feet
amazed at
your beauty.
I breathe in
the bird song
as if it were
a dream
but this
(this night)
is real
...so real.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-real-4/
