who goes there, silent shadow seeking a way into the light? not a single word was spoken back in answer but surely it was the coming of another night… look up into the crimson stars above not quite ready to begin, I found my own thoughts up above without knowing why but hopefully he’ll allow them in… (soft in sigh, a sound returns: I’ll soon be in your brightest silver dreams).
until, lurking in his alley, I watch him juxtapose against a wall of cindered bricks and mortar crumbling on the street: as he waits alone for clair de lune… predisposed in love for her he stays long hours until the stars fill up the sky. I look up again and there he is! a shimmering shadow glows while dancing with the moon. time for me to say goodnight.
@12/07/2012 by KPW