Lines of Sight

A moonbeam snuck atop our nuptial bed
(under the roof and over the sill)
more beguiling than Bikini Kill
and far more lively than The Grateful Dead.  
 
It were a marvel that the clouds were breached
as they had heretofore been rather thick
and so it must've been some lunar trick
that through all that it to my lover reached...
 
and on her blanketed shoulder it stopped
as if to set her slumber aglow
with all of the things mortal dreams may know
when from such a lofty goddess they dropped;
 
downshaft channelled, like the rainbow glory,  
we see when heaven feels amatory!