Moonlight Lover Part 1



In the early light of Dawn,

When the mist still holds the ground.

I rise,

I rise to watch her walk beneath the trees deep emerald green.

So lonely she is with sorrow well weighed;

Heart is shameless yet lamenting some pain.

How I yearn to hold her,

To comfort her weary soul.

Yet she is unwilling to be consoled,

And I as I reach for her hands,

She passes back into the mist.

She fades away with the setting moon,
With sorrow still heavy in her chest.

your writing is beautiful.