tiny fire in the palm of my hand
i'm waiting, you see

river bubbles and flows on through the night
moon hides her bright face behind a veil of cloud
cricket lands on my bare toe

i am but a fox
a vixen shaped kit
whose fire barely lights my way through the woods

sitting by the river.

i'm waiting, you see

love has brought me here
to the edge of the water
and so it is here that i sit
and wait.

moon peeks down every once in a while
yes, i am still here

she caresses me gently with her white light
and says she will wait with me

so does our night last for day and day and day.