Favorite

Haven’t you learned yet

I am the radiant moon 

that’s how I reflect your light

the more brilliance you surrender

the more I yield 

I give no fluttering favors 

but I am enthralled 

by the brightest spark 

at the round table 

of our equality. 

Thus I can weave

with threads of illumination

through the night’s blackness

and pour inspiration into

the space between worlds

with my cupped hands

and give it all to you

the peace-makers

the reconciled enemies

the brothers in arms. 

I watch your expressions

as you pass the banner 

of words between you 

and seize with my small fists 

the errant themes and 

keep them to feed the mill

that grinds the wheat of inspiration

into poetry

because our house

honors the young troubadour 

whose ballads will remember 

the gallant lords 

when no one else is left.