A Snowy Night

She can see the moon and stars,
And bids them tell him good-night for her...
She sends them on their way,
That they may kiss his cheek as he sleeps,
While she cannot be there with him
As she so desperately longs to be.
A sweet song fills her heart and soul
As she thinks of her love,
So close and yet so far away.
She sees the pure white snow,
Lying peacefully on the ground.
It glints in the light of the gleaming moon,
As do the eyes of her beloved,
Veiling thoughts and feelings
That no one - not even she - can reach.
The lamplight in the street
Sends chills down her spine,
And she grins to think
That the same lights shine on him,
A mere block or so away.
The music in her ears
Makes her laugh,
It's so silly,
So ridiculous,
But ev'ry word and chord
Strikes something within her,
And her heart beats faster,
Her stomach flips and flops
Like a million ocean waves,
Watched over by the bright lamp
Of a lighthouse nearby.
Why lies she still,
Wide awake, unable to bring sleep
Near her tired frame?
She cannot stop thinking of him,
And wonders if he, too,
Lies awake and thinks of her.
Does he wonder,
As she does of him,
What it is about her
That fascinates him so?
Does she fascinate him?
He has captured her heart...
Now does he offer his in return?
She shivers for a moment.
It is cold outside,
Freezing, even.
And she wonders what it is
That makes this cold night bearable.
Is it the thought of seeing him
When the sun shines her brilliant rays
Upon the glittering carpet of diamonds
That lies upon the earth?
The dream of being near,
Hearing him whisper softly,
So quietly she can barely hear,
"You're beautiful," in her small ear?
Is this what wakens her
Upon this chilly winter's night?
She may never know.
She may feel,
She may dream,
She may grin
At the thought of him,
But she may never know
What it is that has
So captivated her.
All she knows
Is something has,
And she never wants it to leave.
Like the moon's ever-present light,
Like the glimmer of the snow-diamonds,
Like the promise of a warm sun
Upon the morn,
She knows that the love she carries
Deep within her breast
Will never cease,
Will never die.
It may wax and wane,
As do the quarters of the moon,
But it forever lie there,
Buried so deeply in her soul
That she will never be rid of it...
And never will she wish to be.

~ January 28, 2009 ~