10/24/11

Moonshadow
By Jason Sturner


She sails under a moonshadow
on the back of a white swan.
Tears fall down her cheeks
because her heart is unloved.

She sees twilight in the water
then turns around to face it.
A star shooting overhead
sparkles romance from its tail.

She thinks, Why can’t that be for me?

But each tear that fell on the lake
became a ripple towards shore.
And love waits patiently
just beyond the water lilies.


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Jason Sturner was born and raised in the western suburbs of Chicago, where he has worked as an elevator operator, rock n’ roll drummer, graphic designer, naturalist, and botanist. He has published four books of poetry and currently lives in Knoxville, Tennessee.