Full moon through trees

& the darkness robes

me in its stealth.

 

Why does the owl

still cry? Its mate

has fled to other fields.

 

Full moon over trees

& you in shadow over sea

disengaged from becoming.

 

Wrong time, wrong place

breath hovers over lips

that have kissed

 

too many others.

 

Finished waiting……

he wants me, I want peace

who knows

 

what you might want

do you?

 

Time is running out

as I am running

towards, away

 

who knows?  Again I

ask, I watch, I pray :

 

For paradise surely

beckons.