soul drops . . . scraping soft against the marrow of my being.

like licking sunshine off the surface of the moon . . .

A thousand times

Tears shed for you.

Heart surrenders

Each thought of you

Sleepless in the stars

For wanting you

To touch you

In your soul

Hope for tomorrow

That will never be

Memory of the past

Is all I feel

Too many turns of life

Sitting soundless

In idle musing

Silently cherished

Dreams of you

Pierce my soul

Each word sings

A soft reflection

Of sorrow shattered

Upon a mirror


Beneath the moon.