The space between Us, is far too Great. Come a bit closer, so We both can Mate. The Sky at Night, holds all Our Dreams. I shall sail your Boat, on Moonlit Streams. The Sun wants to Know, how U light up My Night. The Moon wants to know, how U glow so Bright. To Me....U are the Moon, in a Galaxy full of Stars. Tonight We go exploring, Our Passions on Mars.
I watch him tapping, from the corner of my eye. Left hand. Pointer to pinkie. Sequentially. Beginning and re-beginning. Defeated, intent, scowling, jubilant. In my imagination he is a poet, counting syllables. Writing haiku in his head, as he waits in traffic for the light to turn green.
‘You've got to be kid- Well, crud, what just happened there? I ran out of syl-‘ - Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle