WRITING IN A STONE HAND

Beneath the moon,
against a tree,
I write these songs
to you.
accompanied by stars,
each other
we watch,
as one graces
the other
with beauty
from both our
points of view.
Crystal clear the sky
I wish it was
the same
deep inside me,
but never it has been,
ever will it be?
escaping the shadows around
I dance here in the moon
with my words
and the dandelions.