I know she is there,
I can feel her eyes in the back of my head.
The soft glow from her window,
throws shadows on the lawn.
I know she is wondering,
who I am,
what I am doing here.
One day she will know,
she will find me,
silver chain to my neck,
she will find me.
Then she will know my secrets.
The open heart tells all.
The inky waters swirl at my feet,
glistening in the sparkle of the diamond stars,
and the pearl moon.
I must seem so strange to her,
a girl of midnight.
For hours I sit,
the cool breeze playing with my hair,
the quiet loon wailing her song out on the lake.
As the first night stars fade into the sunrise,
I take to the woods.
Concealing my mysery,
once more.
2007-09-24
08:30:52
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