I sit here now <br /> alone with my thoughts, <br /> shivering, half-clad, <br /> under a moon, half-lit <br /> in the chill of an August evening. <br /> <br />The darkness, <br /> save the slowly waxing moon <br /> and the buzz of the creatures nearby <br /> only serve to make more vivid to me <br /> how truly alone I am. <br /> <br />More than anything on this moonlit night <br /> I yearn for she that will draw close <br /> to stay the shaking of my chilléd form; <br /> to stay the wither of my heart and hope; <br /> to stay by my side <br /> until the sun rises again.<br /><br />Michael DeVries<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-august-evening/
