Thinking tenderly
Of you,
My beloved,
I stay up,
Through the night
Till the moon
Falls in
A pool
Of dreams,
And the stars,
One by one,
Disappear
From my sight.
And when
The dawn
Slowly comes,
I leave
My bedroom.
And, followed
By my dog,
I wait,
As usual,
For your mail,
At my old
Doorstep.