melancholy silver
you drift over my room
highlighting emptiness
so i can find it
everyone loves the moon
gentleness and lullabies
soft, silvery glamour
only touching by caress
i do not think i can be
as patient as you
as calm or abiding
as shining simple
looking at my hands, covered
with the dust of shattered things
i turn to inscrutable you
ask the only question i have
for all your similes
for all your many metaphors
you are yet like a sphinx
strong, stoic, and silent
melancholy silver
you drift over my room
highlighting emptiness
as if i cannot find it
as if it is not everywhere
as if it is not all i know
as if it is not obvious
at midnight when alone