The Patient Lover - June 2, 2000

I catch the silver
moonbeams in my palm,
at awe of the
bright light

And I dream 
of bright nights
and sweet songs
if for no other
reason
than, I can.

And like a patient lover,
I pour all my thoughts
to her
knowing that the moon
will safely guard them.

And so,
I spend hours
turning watchful gaze
to her splendour.

-title by KS