Of Moonlit Dreams and Good byes
-© 14/07/06 Gilainne Sytingco-

Hiatuses of thought precluded slumber,
As I visited him like a dream.
The night was cold and his wisps of breath
Could so clearly, be seen.
The darkness was salacious -
Slivers of light glossed over our undulating forms.
The howling wind masked his susurrations,
But the pale moonlight betrayed his sensual form.
He cried out as I turned away,
Thus I parted his lips with a sigh
And embraced it with a kiss
That spoke a thousand words
As I bade him good night
And good bye.