Quietly on your front porch.
We’ve been tracking the march
Of the moon across this night sky,
How late it has become tonight.
You whisper your thougts to, and
I release my wishes to, allof those
Glittering stars up above.
How unfathomably far away they are.
That charcoaled veil of the night
And its scattred lights,
Outlining the pattern of sparkles
in your eyes, unrivalved.
You stare a little longer.
I lean in a little closer;
As the moon reaches its height
So must you go in for this night.
And your farewell to me tonight, oh.
In expressible – your lips meet mine.
5 February 2004