A warm, evening wind,
kisses my tired, rosy face
I exhale, at once content
and overcome with
remembrance
of the sun, who once
loved me, kissed me,
just the very same
the page beneath
my lonely hand
flutters, alive with
possibility,
and Orion, the other lover,
gazes down upon my words
and curses the wind
and the sun
for loving me,
just the very same.
the golden fireflies and
oakwood night birds
gather ’round
the lovely blue moon;
she waits for the rest,
and they come forward.
darling little thimble toads, country hoppers
and sugar bats
they wait for her cue,
and the moon nods, ready.
they raise their magic
instruments,
and begin to play.
It’s everything to me,
it is the world.
A serenade, for the lonely
soul,
who I once loved,
just the very same.