Ponder

The moon
Rising high up
Lining all over the ground
With silver lace
As shadow
Slowly cripping in
Where he lays down
Alone on his bed
Staring at the ceiling
Smiling
As pieces of you
Bring to mind
Gradually penetrating
Into his mind and heart
Even in his sleep
You were in his dreams

Despite
Curious and Impatient
How things going to be
He is holding back
Clearing doubts and confusion
Lust or Heartfelt
Complexity within simplicity
Yet being timid
Without testing limits
Crystal clear yet foggy