Soft Moon Light

A lonesome sigh
A gaze that doesn't slide
A starry night
Soft moon light
glimpses many, but they don't suffice

Silent paths, I see her glide
hesitating shadows
she turns surprised
looking for cues
of me being there

The turn of her neck
strained and startled
As if trying to penetrate
what the sights hide
Finding the visible
that was certainly not me

As her footsteps pause
sensing and hoping
A sight watching her
She tracing me with her gaze
Or is it that I think so
And she's just held by
the moon's soft glow