The Window,
Outside in the sky of stars,
The moon moves
Through cloud grooves
Drifting in loneliness far,
Light echoes.

No comfort,
With all covering of dark,
The moonbeams,
Outlined dreams,
Hiding fullness in the stark;
And I sit
In quiet
Longing to hear you talking,
Song saying
Word playing
Poetry as you’re walking,
You’re not here
Nowhere near,
There is no voice’s music,
No words sent
No movement,
Just clouds and moon so quick
No comfort.