Tonight a full moon
will glow in a still sky -
a sky at which lovers
in a thousand places will gaze.
Clouds will paint pictures
across its surface as the words
"you're beautiful" are whispered
against perfumed necks.
Je t'aime, mon doux...
siete il mio angelo...
du gluhst wie der Mond...
mira la chica! oh, perdon mi amor.
Somewhere a blushing
child will taste his first kiss
and a couple will lock fingers as
the light sips from their wine glasses.
For me the same moon
will appear to taunt me
with the portrait of a face
I can only see in its dead surface.
Copyright 2001, Property of Steve McKennon and
Tropical Snowstorm Productions