Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us,
I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable.
Or shall I cross that out and say it's sad?
In one of the nights I'm singing an impossible
song of desire that you can't hear.
I closed my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would
have to cross to reach you.
For that I miss you and this is what it is like in words.


I will still love you Beth no matter what