UNDER A BUTTERSCOTCH MOON

Through my window your silhouette

scatters my solitude,

playing games in the images of light and dust,

as it once again caresses me

I cover myself in blankets of bittersweet

and wade past the blues,

torrents of emotions

shade our love

with a spectrum of uncoupled hues.

Then when the butterscotch moon

hangs low in the sky

and the vanguards of night signal their goodbye,

I go and face the oncoming day

for last night once again with you I lay..

page 35