Kenosis

Aloft alone

in nightsky selflight

      the moon

beheld below

the darkling pond:

midst unseen reeds;

and yearned.

“Thou noon to my night,

thou lute to my light,

…

…”

-- then stooped in sooth to kiss her,

and sank, and swam, and  shone therein.

[Note:  The poem is incomplete.

But at my time of life,

you never know when you might be gathered;

so here you go.]