I Thought of You

by Dr. Agonson

…and I thought of you.
I thought of the rain
and how it hit the ground.
And why did the leaf
rustle gently in the slow breeze?

To make the moment perfect,

And I thought of you.
How shall the sun rise
without your smile?
And what of the moon,
like painted glass,
falling through the dark Heavens.

Who will catch the falling light?