Sent to Calliope on a Moonlit Night

As autumn creeps in front yards
the groomed suburban scenery changes

With no thoughts of lingering here
Canada geese fly south to beyond

Sitting by the window when moonlight stirs
I raise my cup to you an ocean away

The hours are fast in flight
the bright moon has dimmed her rays

My heart is bound with sorrow
I hear the night’s passing

When shall we lean against the window
in the brightness, our tears dried up

February 2010 Issue of Word Catalyst