Wednesday, 2 October 2013

A Moment

Oh, the dappled sky, in crimson and silver
Hanging over me
The first star burning
Do I dare wish, in secret, knowing and longing?
Hopeless, this fancy is fleeting
The moon, an ugly fingernail, scratches across the chalkboard
Of the darkening sky
Somewhere, a dog howls
The train shuffles by, busy
I close my eyes

The moment has passed.