A Twirl of Moment

In the silence of this night The moon rolls across the sky And the fog gently hugs the rolling hills. I sit. To the yonder of the times I am gyred To the hour where it sprouted our secret love To the lips it blessed our lives. Dewdrops falling on the cold roof Pitter patter, the bucket collects The icy water, the giver of hope. May the sweetest scent kiss your sleep May the gentlest breeze bathe your dream May the warmth of the sand heal your fears. If you must hear the rooster singing, You will know that I think of you.