It is late, the moon shining through my window. I should be sleeping but my heart will not be still. My thoughts once again fall to you. As I close my eyes I will wish on the moon and ask that she wraps me in her arms and carries me to you. There you will be in the chair on the porch where we have been together so many times before looking out at the garden wrapped in her veil of winter. I’ll be there soon resting softly against you. I’ve only to whisper now, to the moon.