Rose Falcone (September 8,1959 / Brooklyn, New York)

The night is still and the moon is high
The crickets croak and the frogs they bleat
Fireflies sparkle here and there
As the lake shimmers in the moonlight

Lying by my side in quiet slumber
I reach out and feel your presence
In your sleepiness you caress my cheek
A smile spreads across your face

A long and heart wrenching prayer
Has finally been answered
Mind and soul rest quietly now
All is as it should be