And nightly you perceived her from afar;
And daily you waited for night to come;
When the rising moon dimmed every star.
Face upturned, nightly you stood staring,
Gazing at your lover�s pale, fair face;
And you whispered the secrets of your lonely heart
Through a million miles of eternal space.
The bright illusion of your beloved so close
Is like a fist clenched around your heart;
Her sweet moonlight, a bitter reminder
That you and her are far apart.
(c) Lishesque
2002