Peacock Moon  Peacock moon  makes the mayhem go away  when it is like summer in February  incense streams  out the window  down the street  you are hoping it will  reach the one  you never got to meet,  the one you barely touched  across landscapes, of mountains  deserts, and lakes  with a vowel  with a howl  with a kiss  with a moan  Peacock moon,  moon of poets and lovers,  who gather  where the waters meet  in pristine canyons  beneath sycamore trees  you listen for his breath  his lunar song in the breeze  Blue-green feathers stroke your cheek--  a dream, a dream, only a dream,  but you never have to wake up