Oh moon.
I see you flutter by, Moon. 
Your wax'ned wanings fill the sky, Moon.
I, you and I, moon. You and I.
I, not you will fall behind, Moon.
With no trumpet cry, no orisons, Moon.
No. No words can make Moon cry. You and I 
Will dip into solitude,
We'll find the words our mothers used 
For love and die. Oh, Moon.
The bringing smiles of love, Moon.
And the ‘wait awhiles' of love, Moon,
To watch just you rise,
Rise above
Our minds.
It's there.
There to watch and think of,
There to be,
There above.



◄ Wooden Memories


Big Sal

Sun 28th Oct 2018 23:30

"We'll find the words our mothers used." - excellent line.?

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