A Path For Lovers
Beneath the glowing satellite,
a path for lovers grew.
So I set off and followed it
in hopes to find love too.
I wandered down meandrous roads
that twisted and crisscrossed,
but could not find love anywhere,
that wayward feeling, lost.
The light that once in music rose
faded and suddenly
bedimmed the tracks and hid the way,
at least it did for me.
What of the orb that's sung about
mysterious and praised,
if it can hardly shed or keep
that light for lovers raised?
Perhaps the moon drifts here and there
as broken hearts will do,
finding it hard to stay afloat
because it's lonely too.
I wonder if that mystic sphere
will light the path and when
or if in fact there really is
a way to love again.
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