"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

beneath the waning moon.

beneath the waning moon,

there i sat, still as the creepers climbing up the tree.
there the leaves swayed, by the night's cool breeze,
there the wind wept, moved by the silent moon.
there the glistening shimmer of your reflection lay,
in that flowing river, out, to the horizon.
there you stood, not knowing my gaze.

once, i wondered if you are really there,
then i awake to find the tears still here.