Alone

in a deserted field.  I stood alone,
alone under a crescent moon,
the wind blowing through my hair,
my hands buried in my pockets,
I stood alone.
I looked up in the sky, and inside each of the millions of stars,
I saw your face gazing at me from far away,
and I wondered where you are now as
I stood alone.
It wasn’t sadness, it was hope!
It was hope that I felt as
I stood alone,
because I knew you would be back soon,
because I knew I would once again feel your lips
giving in to my lips just as the free bird gives in
to the air which carries it higher.
And as I stood alone,
I waited, and still I wait
for you to return.
I stand alone.
I wait for you.