winter moon

the moon
so white
it's almost blue
coming into
the shadeless
room
where she sleeps
beside
you, her black
hair
on the white
pillow.
quiet in her
dreams.
you want to wake
her, to tell
her about
the moon,
pristine between
the leafless
trees, but
you don't, not
knowing if where
she is,
is just
as sweet.