Patience

A wish waits at the window

pandering impossible desire 

branches shift in moon-made shadows

dancing like a funeral pyre

Back hot against an evening fire  

smiles trick on her love's face 

but she's not yet ready to retire 

fancies truth could fast deflate 

to end! as quick as summer rain 

from trembling walls and tin roof beats 

to silence: a weaker fate

than adumbrated fantasy

If not dissolved by wine and lips
she might resist. She might resist.