Tonight is a dramatic night.You can see it in the
soft halo of the moon
and the clouds slenderly streaking
across the
sky
like migrating spirits,
comets with tails of ash...
I can hear the beating
of your drum,
and the prayers of our spirits
chanting outside of our souls;
crying at the beauty of pain,
and the pain of beauty.
How purely I can taste the salt of you.
How exquisitely I long for you.
I miss you.