In gray of night beneath yon moon
with pen in flow of sadness word
Upon the hand in palm is held
a whisper’s sigh unseen once heard

Letters in fall of page in lines
in dark of stroke and tremble pen
within the eyes of beauty’s rest
as salted tears now stream of then

Lone hearts of sand in single speck
in drift of tides and water’s flow
tumble blindly 'mong wave in reeds
as shimmer’s eyes in gleam bestow

‘Pon wane of moon and fall of stars
till breeze of heart does not remain
when wisp of sound on hear does tell
as will the grace of lightest rain.

Two hearts in beat and soul retreat
into the walk of stillness light
become of once when then complete
from whisper touch in wane of night