veiled moon

the sun
lost
its step,
the night
swept up,
its arms
began
to thrash
about,
moon,
signal the
constructing
frail tips
of light,
her form
waking,
and in
that great
moment,
smooth
and almost  
touchable
standing up,
her pale
face  
pressed  
against
the
thin veil
of my
eyesight,,
like tender
small breasted
apparition
like stars,
out
of breath,
beginning
and ending
with courage.