Blue Skin

The moon regards herself
in the mirror of the sea
Her beauty's but of momentary
interest to me
Grateful for the light
bright and pale blue
I devote my waking hours
to the study of you

And I don't pine for lost love
I don't long for new
I close my eyes and dream of
waking up to you

But when the quiet comes
and the moonlight is gone
deep below the waters in the
hours before dawn
darkness can't obscure
your shape from me
I hold your every contour
in my memory

I don't pine for lost love
I don't long for new
I close my eyes and dream of
waking up to you

You would count all the lovers in my mind's eye?
Count the moons in the sky

I don't pine for lost love
I don't long for new
I close my eyes and dream of
waking up to you

Copyright 2003 Bruce C. Kula