that I may undo you with simply a word
with phrases said softly, intentions unheard
that I may impart each wish and each need
with only a whisper planting the seed.

that I may undress you with but a glance
looks traded between us in visual dance
that for those few moments the knowledge is clear
a pact pure between us, a promise sincere


this mind allows no clarity
troubles hide beyond the light
I see the world in abstract hues
a harvest moon obscured by night
uncertainty moves as a cloud
across skies that were once clear
and truths that shone once like the stars
burn away as do the years,
thus unsophisticated rhymes
become as journal to the lost,
the memories and once beliefs
these years of waning moons have cost.