We have been waiting for her
but she is again reluctant to appear
and this night chooses to hide
behind a veil of gossamer clouds.
How often has she turned her back on us,
allowing us only a passing glimpse
and still we always await her, for she
is our inamorata and we feel
somehow incomplete in her absence.
She know that she will again evade us
this night, that we will be here
waiting impatiently again tomorrow,
and the game well play on
as it has for uncountable generations.