
for every time
another played –
some other passing by
a dream was I
becoming
another sweet embrace
hands betraying
voices
whispers to the dark
promise made
was ne’er a promise come
to find the weary
lead me back
across the deep divide
recalled as one
another life denied
lead me
love me –
longer still
when moons are shining
brave
when souls are worn
by names we never
said
. . .
In the shadow of the moon, we discover all the ways life has set before us …
There are always promises to keep, loves to know, and lives to be lived under the light of a still moon, Bobbie………………………………………………….xo
Soft and beautiful are your tender words! Lovely poem Bobbie!