I wish I was with you.
As full as the moon above,
is my heart’s frustration
I want to be skin to skin.
Within your arms of love,
emptied of my desperation
Freed from the regret.
Sometimes harsh, sometimes sublime,
drifting between then and now
Time I know I shall never see
To meet again as if for the first time,
someday, somewhere, somehow
But I lay alone in my darkness.
Dreaming it’s your warmth I feel
as I tightly grasp my pillow
Desperate for your touch
Pretend that the wind’s gentle appeal,
is a sensual kiss you blow
Looking into Luna’s face instead.
I pretend my moon is the same
as the one that rides across your night
Just as strong, just as fragile.
As the eggshell syllables of your name
I whisper to the ghost of you in the moonlight
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