he walked towards me,
with the slight sway,
a sly smile,
and an embracing heart.
hand over his chest
and heart on his sleeve,
he said,
"to what do i owe this pleasure?"
i sighed-
a big, heavy one,
"to my beloved."
he gave me a familiar smile,
sat down next to me
(his movements, very still, very ghostlike),
"your beloved?"
i sighed, again,
a big, heavy one,
"my beloved, the moon."
he put his hand on my shoulder.
"ah, the moon.
what is it
about the moon
that bothers you,
my love?"
i sighed, for the third time,
a big, heavy one,
"it's ethereal beauty.
it's mysterious nature."
he smiled like a cheshire cat
and said,
"what would the moon
be without the sun?
it's glowing figure only
feeds from
the sun's light."
he walked away
(his movements, very still, very ghostlike).
in the midst of all the fights; h.k
