Nope Poem by Prophmatt . . .

I wondered if she wherever she were looked up at the moon tonight not to look at it
Look as it were at me though and through as the moonlight lay still her thoughts
Her thoughts so many of them far few for me;
They are about her life and what is she supposed to want... and what she wants to see happen in the lives of those for whom she cares.

I wondered the moon's quiescence if so bequeathed to her tonight granted her peace to wonder.
Might for a second her mood waxed along a long, long way to me?

Like a little star suddenly noticed against all odds, against the vast field of lights twinkling for her attention.


Nope.