The
window opens onto darkened skies
The moon above, a glittery
crescent shape
In the flash of
shooting stars, she sees his eyes
And startled for a moment, drops the
drape
The room now dark, he whispers in her ear
She shakes her head -- he isn't standing there
And broken by that thought she sheds a tear
She throws the sash again, and smooths her hair
She sips a cup of sake, calming warm
And gazes out across the asphalt yard
In the fire of the stars she sees his form
And wishes that her soul were not so marred
She shivers in the cold moon's silvery light
And to the stars, she bids a fond goodnight
#22 :: 11.05.01
for someone here, who knows who he is.