Sometimes I arrive too soon
The light falls harsh on that moongate ruin
Sometimes I get there far too late
The light waxes old on my new moon gate
But once I took a photograph
In the fleeting light, where I'd crossed her path
Of a seated girl all dressed in white
Poised and draped in late dusk-light
And standing up she spread her hands
As if to greet a great expanse
I caught that glimpse of love immortal
As luminescence filled that portal
I didn't think to ask her name
We parted ways, the daylight waned
But what remained within my phone
Would light the path on my way home.
