This is not the sky,
or even the moon –
until I see you again.
Then the silver cast
of our stars, will make
earth and heaven quake.
Then the days will once
again, be thrown back
into the familiar.
And be measured
by bonds of love and hope.
Do you know what love is?
This is not the sky,
or even the moon –
until I see you again.
Then the silver cast
of our stars, will make
earth and heaven quake.
Then the days will once
again, be thrown back
into the familiar.
And be measured
by bonds of love and hope.
A Wandering Poet 