To a Mother Waiting

Under a moonlit sky the calmness you long Is slowly breathing in your heart a cool desert Is longed by the warm wind is blown by time. A long still surviving road ahead And the road a high grade of shadows is gray And the night above a quiet landscape. It is how the moon can see you now. Tomorrow the sun will long for you The longing that you were the long deep Breathing that you were or nothing about the glare Of the moonlight could ever make you see The soundness of waiting Upon the road the sun Will singe on a thin earth.