Rannoch

Black wings enfold me
In a rainbow
Against the moon.
A soft touch
Upon my cheek
Of sunshine,
smelling of apples.
Incense on the air,
Mingling with your scent.
Grab
At the hem of your garment
That I may see the moon again.
Rannoch--
my heart takes flight,
Skims across the water,
And finds the moon.