Circling the Moon

circling the moon, chasing comet tails,
i spied a creature hiding behind beams
shining light years away across desert
expanses, dancing through solar winds
spiraling like a celestial jewel sweeping
through the heavens, waiting for
the moment
the time
the space
to open wide a dimensionless plain
and appear from disguise as a star
of love
of passion
of hope
to close tight the widening unknown
disappearing into my world as a thing
of beauty waiting to be loved as a glow
wishing to be discovered as the poem
that never again hides love behind
curtains of cosmological design.