Let Me Show You

Winter drew near, its drifting wind calling, the wind did not touch me, until she appeared. I remember that nite, I felt I was falling, memories met then, I feared they mirrored. My words failed to explain my feelings inside, and the past rushed forward to mist my eyes. If she should ever dream, that I lied, the pain would ever linger, never die. I understand this woman, I believe in her song, and nite after nite, I’m searching for mercy. Yet cruel is the morning with its shadow so long, that the answer I seek, is so close, it hurts me. Is she only lonely, occasionally, or desires the warmth of a silken body? Her hands are tight with fear, I fear, oh how I wish I could hold her near! Is it only by nite, in the lite of the moon, can she release her words, or is she jejune? I will sit again by the garden wall, and patiently wait for her to call.