he dreamed of her on nights which he spent beneath the moon.
streaming through the window panes; his heart and brain alive with thoughts
they would not stop for fear of losing their luster.
he wanted the image of her to shine; but not because she was beautiful.
he wanted her to shine like the moon off the glass
because it hinted at the light he found inside of her;
in her words and in her kiss, in the simple things she did.
oh how he missed her, when he dreamed of her at night.