I Am Just Crazy Enough

Standing where the lunatic moonlight begins,
near enough to finger-tip touch
but looking towards the raven-wood,
wild forest of feathered dreams--

         I am over the edge. Long distance eyes
         remember the horizon's line, a long, sideways
         doorway into something bigger than before.

I am waiting for the echoes of the old life
to finally fade away, like countless stars
and streetlamps in the monolithic dawn;
the hobby-life, the little works and little loves

         passing off into something truly bright,
         knowing also, when it comes,
         one must answer the light with light.