February 2005

the plaintive song

The plaintive song

he offered to the ascending moon,

now drifts in the wind,

weighed down

with his longing.



Perched on

the edge of a

rockslide,

she tilts a delicate ear

toward the darkening horizon,

& listens to

the harmonic question-

howls her vow

back through the night,

steps off the edge,

& follows the moon-washed path

to her destiny,

each stride more swift

and sure.



(for 'Lucian')

copyright 2005 Marie Lecrivain