I sit in the light of the silvery moon; waiting, wishing, for you to come.
The cricket ‘neath the step sings a melody, I think he knows I yearn for thee.

I sit in the light of the noonday sun; wondering if this day shall ere be done.
The green blowfly swings lazily by, I know he senses my solitude.

I sit in the light of the shadows of dusk; as a tear slips slowly down my cheek.
The night moth hovers ore my head, as if he understands my pain.

I sit in the light of my kitchen lamp; sipping a cup of day old coffee.
The raindrop dripping down the windowpane shares with me a cold refrain.

I sit alone.