Sonnet II

I've been following you for countless days

The broken caboose--the end of the train

The one who stands all alone in the rain

And peers for a glimpse of you in the haze

Which forms the wall between us. You and I

Aren't much alike my virgin huntress love

You roam the empty starlit void above,

And I am trapped beneath the hollow sky.

And yet, perhaps the moon someday will reach

Far down to touch the earth with her fair hand

And linger over both the stone and sea

An in so doing she will try to teach

Me even more about the taste of sand--

My dear, you're my favorite misery.

Christopher J. Cramer

August 16, 1980