Monday, September 13, 2004


Nocturnal lonely heart and solitude
Now wax, now full, now wane, now disappear.
Men throughout the ages, she has wooed,
twelve times she changes heart within a year.
My lover's gaze through fair and fickle eyes
shines down from high above the evening stage.
Her visage casts a spell to mesmerize,
her lonely, longing suitor to assuage
It is not her I love, if truth be told,
for she can never love me in return,
nor shine of her own light from fires cold;
but bounce to me from whence hot fires burn
Hence, I admire that soft reflected face,
but long for panacea, liquid grace.