Half Moon

(8 June 1998 - to GCS)

The moon was full
two years ago
tonight. I wandered
ghostly through
Victorian halls,
waded barefoot
in pools of moonlight,
haunted by
the echoes of
your voice, your touch,
marked
as ever.

Felt you breathe
across the City;
Thought my heart
would break from longing;
Dreamed a Mistress,
harsh and tender:
"You must be empty
so I can fill you."

The moon tonight
half bright, half dark:
like you. Two years
of desperate dreams
have left their mark.

The City breathes
in this fragrant forest,
still. Still,
you are always
with me.
Tears in my eyes,
wind in my hair;
When
will we kiss
hello?


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