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.

Looking forward to the next encounter.

Part two should go up later today when I have time to dig it out

Wow! Great write. I can feel the stillness yet the movement of this piece.