A Moon's Flower

How many moons must pass

Before I can hold you in my  arms?

How many love me nots

Must I pluck from these flowers

Before I know you love me so?

Maybe this is just an obsession, 

And my eyes have adjusted to a lustful nature.

But that doesn't seem fitting  

For you are my muse, 

And this versification 

That stream from your inspiration 

Can be nothing less pure 

Than a revelation of my heart's desire.

Yet, as I wait in the notions of my deliberation

You seem to be an everlasting thought 

That overwhelms my imagination, 

And one that may forever be the purpose

Of this dreamers aspiration. 

So, I ask 

How many petals have fallen 

And how many nights has there been?

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~