NaPoMo 6: The Moon and Wine

I sit alone where birds have flown
A glass of wine held in my hand
In silver light, I understand
Beneath the moon, I sit alone
What can I do but think of you
As you sleep on without a care
And words I write with none to share
I feel my art what can I do?
I sip my wine and say I’m fine
To face another lonely night
My only friends the words I write
In silent thought I sip my wine
And poet’s voice that sings of love
The moon she hears me from above

© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Cross Sonnet 2