We were watching the moon,
and you, when
you told me
was power, and gave me distractions
in the starlit flowers and all their sleeping heads,
whilst in the very
and minutes, and hours,
you were spiriting mine
Knowledge, I learned,
is a teasing game,
like all things else, something to be kept on
your highest shelf, and drawn down only
when it's safe...
Power, I learned, is not the same,
it lives in me, though weaker some days,
the magical hope of change.