In the dark of the night she awoke in a sudden
and turned on the light by her bed─
there by the window lay the flowers he sent her
but it was him she wanted instead.

Behind a waning moon a lonely star blinked brightly
and wishes filled her heart with desire
aroused by thoughts of him next to her
her needs and her wants turned dire.

Time trickled in vessels ever so slowly
as hour by hour passed by
and when the night turned the pale of a sapphire
wistful and weary she fell asleep in her cry.

©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
March 28, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California