We are the spark

I almost missed the moon tonight
and really only gave it a passing glance,
time leaking away again
the way it does
when I am in the world of my own making, where I dwell mostly privately,
though there is room for you.

There are scarcely adequate words
to describe this heaven where I know
we can be brutal and beautiful,
seeing the spark and hearing the words
we make without judgment
or even making sense.