dearest moon, my favorite light

By Lori McGinn

when the candle wax dries
it will stay there always
marking that moment that day that hour
that second the bluebird lifted its left wing
shaking off the morning
his song is hanging in the branches of the willow tree
now every moon every sun i want to lift my heart
sing with a choir of angels
what i want is to melt into
an ocean of songs
i want to rise in the eclipse of you