I can’t see the moon, its glow, the shadows unexposed,
but I can see you in the streets and through your shield of clothes.
That ring you wear around your neck is just an empty pose
the one meant for your finger‘s missing, no one really knows.
Feelings gone to galaxies, more distant by degrees,
but I can find your love, my love, lost in blackest seas.
I can see the stars, their gleam, their ever present pleas
I’ll wrap a ring around your soul and pull you back to me.
by Richard King Perkins