314 july 2007
the lonely night begins, and with the rise
of moonbeams, love seems much too far away.
(and yesterday I glimpsed your coffee eyes;
I've dreamt of them too many times today.)
I followed you with daring eyes that spoke
of lust and love and everything between;
soft whispers, like the murmuring of folk
(resentful, curious) told me I was seen.
beloved of the moon, it seems I dwell
too deeply in my thoughts; I dream of sun,
of sunshine golden. time will tell
if dreams I have will ever yet be done.
the lonely night begins; I wish to be
far from this place, and in your arms, set free.