(3) Recovering Her Ring

The lunar clock floats onward,
Patiently traversing the night sky,
Like it has done for a thousand generations,
Like it will do for a thousand more.

I feel its gaze upon me
Through my open bedroom window,
The pale white reflection of a cratered sphere
Two hundred thousand miles above me
Falls
Onto my bed, and I stir
From a dream

Where you and I were together again.

I look at the space next to me, remembering,
On nights when the sky was as clear
And still as glass, how the pale blue light
Used to caress your softly freckled face,
And, sparkling like ripples in shallow water
It would cascade down your sleek hair,
Before it disappeared as shadow into
The curves of your naked body.

I truth, I know not whether I will see you
Before I wake in Dawn’s first light,
But I do know this small metal band
Cradled in my palm
As if yours were in mine
And we were one again

Will keep me close to you in mind and heart.