Tonight as I gazed through my window
I saw the moon alight
Two clouds on either side of it
Carried it through the night
The moon so gracefully afloat
On cloud-wings of midnight blue
But only half the moon you see
As through the night it flew
It seemed in search of something
Perhaps its better part
I felt in perfect sympathy
It’s so much like my heart
The moon may search in vain all night
And never find its quest
The morning sun will rise again
And put the moon to rest
But I am luckier than the moon
Though I have only half my heart
I’m content within the knowledge
That you have the other part.
(Winner, Pegasus Award for Poetry, 1991, Roberts Wesleyan College)
