Nothing shimmers like the moon
ringing amidst the ten thousand stars.
This evening as I look upon her face,
her song alone reflects back
this shivering joy.
All other things pale
before her pearlly soul.
And there are so many things--
a cacophony of sounds, color and fragrance--
each a small wonder
but she, she alone, this night
converses with my heart beyond measure.
copyright (c) 2004, 2009 Lorena Wolfman
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