"Moon"

 

I
a broken man
sitting on a bluff
under a broken tree.
The moon casting
it's silver
beam
across my
face.

Looking to my side I
see you.
I see you by
my side.

I reach
to touch
your moonlit
face
you disapear.

Reaching for
something
that is
not there
anymore.

Johnathon Reinier 12/7/97