WAITING still

Moon passes

and the cold of night reveille the twinkling stars

over the tired world
.

I too am awakened by the twinkling in my heart

and doggedly as each breath chains me to the 


tree of life,

I await at your feet

for a sign or a treat that you may cast my way.

Shall I howel and beg for the moon to shine on 


me as it passes

or wait at the window of your soul till you come 


home.