Full Moon

Controlling tides awaken transcended souls
whose hollow footsteps startle those
roaming darkened hallways.
Their groans tempting young children
to scream and others to flee in terror.

The moon is full tonight and we wait
for two dimensions to meet
one spilling into the other; just barely.
Like a scent carried
around a corner that quickens
ones heart beat, or a voice
that brings ones fingers to burn.

Among us they will tread tonight
and among them our confusion
can be heard, but they pity us not
for the answers to our childlike
questions have all ready been
laid before us, each in as many
detail as there are stars in the night sky.