to share the sky once more
with you before you leave,
sear the colors in thought and memory,
lace and wrap it along muscles and veins,
your perfume the oxygen for blood,
your voice the lullaby for the long cold dark.

so i can endure, and wait
until the next naked moon.

godless as i am, your name
will be the prayer traced
by my serpent tongue and sinner lips,
may moonlight and starlight show you
and may your eyes find me:
with my bad penmanship
my awkward lines
my occasional typo
and grammar woes
imperfect as i am
worthy to be
your Poet

my Mousai.