when love and wisdom met

The night wakes me, hands me her moonlight.
I dress in dreams, follow her call through the dark
And crouch down by the horizon.
Her amber eyes are soft in the North West,
her breath filling the cold air with mist.
But her wide hips and immense torso know
how to give birth.
Light out of nowhere, small as a thought, a desire.
I had wanted to see this: Wake me no matter what.
And here it is, the new constellation, Venus and Jupiter
emerging as one in blue velvet, as though
brought here from deep inside her womb.
This is a heavenly birth.
In the dead of night I kneel in the sand,
watch the new starlight licking the sea
nudge it to wobble, see a miracle.