Reflections

Man in the moon, are you smiling at me? 
Is the twinkle in her eyes your reflection I see? 
No, this sparkle is one that comes from within, 
Deep inside the soul where one's character begins. 
Yes, I've pondered how out of reach her heart might be, 
Asking myself, "what would bring her closer to me?"
Now the answers to such musings have oft been in vain,
Never bringing the sunshine that chases off the rain.
Miles and miles to go, the road seems unending, 
Inching along I proceed, my dreams not bending. 
Naked my heart, it beats strongly with pride,
Ever knowing who I am and with nothing to hide.
Reaching out for her hand, I await her grasp.

AMBRESS, April 2002

 

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