Without Me Poem by Alan Strand

Shimmer at me, shore lights,
Dance on the water
At the will of the wind
That gently breathes on me
And ruffles my hair
At twilight

Wash me, pastel haze,
In the day’s dying light
Paint me alone
From your subtle pallet
Of longing colours
At sunset

Cool me, night air,
The hot day is done
The bright sun has gone to sleep
To the delight of the stars
And that braggart moon
Which rises in the east

Sing to me, evening noises,
Yes you geese honking to bed
Along darkened shores
Beyond the distant roar
Of people rushing in their cars
To go home

Fly around me, you pesky bugs,
Drink up my heat and sweat
Fresh from my solo run
Do you not envy
That high-flying plane
Above us?

Come to me, my love,
I sit here a part of nature
I am at peace with myself
While I await your return
From your voyage of discovery
Into that lonely night
Without me.

(For Christiane,2008/07/18,2200 hours, at Old Orchard Park)