Moonstruck -Serenade

Three paces down the shore, low sounds the lute, The better that my longing you may know; I’m not asking you to come, But—can’t you go?

Three words, “I love you,” and the whole is said— The greatness of it throbs from sun to sun; I’m not asking you to walk, But—can’t you run?

Three paces in the moonlight’s glow I stand, And here within the twilight beats my heart. I’m not asking you to finish, But—to start.

-D.Barnes