The Wait

It is the fading moonlight, that holds me from dismay, for surely her eyes befall the same sight, my love who went away, Would that our lips could meet again, to find you in my arms once more, and perhaps the moon hears my thoughts, as my eyes drift constantly to the unlocked door, For the moon also waits, just as I do now, when the first rays of sunrise kiss its face, it steps back with a gracious bow, but the moon is always shining, even if its not for these eyes to behold, just as my love burns eternally for you, so too does the night ever unfold.