Summer's night had a sky blue,
I remember very clearly
being caught dead to rights,
but it was worth it to see you
Pebble stones aloft thoughtful
falling over and again like I had
all for your enchanting creation,
though flaws didn’t miss the eyeful
A glimpse of you felt as always
like the endless perspective of stars,
greeting me at the weathered windowpane
wanting and wishing the desolation away.