Brookwrite

Central Park Three

As I look at you tonight
sleeping in the soft moonlight
there is not a word to write
that could enough describe this sight.

If you've wondered for so long
why I never wrote you a song
no words or tune could be so strong
so just to try would seem so wrong.

It's true this means you'll never hear
sung into your graceful ear
words from me that hold you dear
but you have more from me, don't fear,
'cause I'm with you year after year.

Written in September, 1999, during a sabbatical in Manhattan. The third of three written on a park bench on the eastern side near 78th Street.