Standing at the East End of a Patio Seeing a Mountain and a Moon – (Listen)

my ears are not for seeing moons
my eyes are not to hear
the snap of limbs
 in wind
these come to me piecemeal 
from a silent darker place
to be cobbled in a dream of

of moonlit-windy-night
where there is a breeze
and the up-sides of everything
are glazed in silver while
are shades and 
have not eyes
nor tongues

by Jim Culleny