Such clarity a night
With halo around the moon
Where the heart is light
And the past passes soon

We stood in places of old
Persistently he asked for
My choice of someone new
Those for him I was told
At his taste my wonders soar
As is at his chosen few

Here nothing changed for me
He who holds my interest
Who matches my stride
Stands not before I
But always beside me
Which once is sorest
Wound to my pride
Still it may bring me a sigh

Enter a world new to us
Here I am pressed to select
Not a gentleman of elegance
But one eliciting nature
Ever too basic to my taste
But I answer pressed thus
Reign that instinct I neglect
To such topic that deference
Each bearing a distinct feature
Of he who puts tonight to waste

Written on Oct. 2, 2004.