By uncertainty.
And all I have is the speech of seduction;
Feelings, waxed in moonlight,
Evaporative as a dew drop
On a blade, shimmering,
And gone with the dawn
Of high summer.
Nightly I yearn to understand
The certainty of our farewell.
And by day, I barely dare to hope.
� Lishesque
Saturday 7th May 2005, 10:10 pm