White moon
You bloom incandescent
Fevers through my spine.

I align body and mind to your fire, feeling
The skin on my face humming
Your song to the sky.

The black night breathes
your light, thick where stars flash
And fire electric

Through the brief synapse of time.
Pulsing in morse,
Telling me to listen.

I blanket my thoughts
In silence, hoping
The calm will unravel their code.