I sit here now br alone with my thoughts, br shivering, half-clad, br under a moon, half-lit br in the chill of an August evening. br br The darkness, br save the slowly waxing moon br and the buzz of the creatures nearby br only serve to make more vivid to me br how truly alone I am. br br More than anything on this moonlit night br I yearn for she that will draw close br to stay the shaking of my chilléd form; br to stay the wither of my heart and hope; br to stay by my side br until the sun rises again.