Poetry of Jonny Alexander Nay

How many hours, lost, in confusion.  To return, shadow, of an image,  Of the moon.  Wading through, your heart,  that lonely ocean,  Of the dark.  To bend, in tune, with:  Loss and Wound,  To hold-in light, and  Never Bloom.  — —  I love your back!  And your sweet head... Resting on your shoulder, my hand, in stead:  “Brother, Sister”  And you are loved, and I do love. So may I give you this,  my sweetest kiss And you become the dove.

What is he doing out there,  Running by moonlight?  Underneath the big tree,  With a ring, And a song.  “Oh mother”  He says,  What a freak.