LONGING
Tonight the moon ascends
majestically over the trees
edging the lake.
Gulls beat slow
Upon the copper sunset
Shattering silence
Taking me by surprise.
You are not here.
The prairie grass
whispers plaintively.
A star streaks downward,
wind goes willfully by -
flowers dream of sun's coming
and I, wishing you safe over black waters,
long for your laughter
to open the night.