A Second Letter To Kay

I am reaching
Across land and lakes
Spattered with the remaining starlight,
What has not fled
From the painted eyes of dawn
Batting them carelessly away
Like suitors
Unworthy of her love.

In this brilliant light I will see you;
Soft, delicate, beautiful, small,
A bird come out of the showers of life,
Who will see the warmth in my breast
And fly to me,
Huddling under my strong arm
As if there was nothing else you wanted.

Is there?
I will find it
And give it to you as a gift
For your present to me,
Shimmering brightly in the heat
Of countless deserts
And, not unsurprisingly, oceans,
And until then
I will listen
To the nightengale singing in the distance.