Cold Moon Rising
Cold moon rising in dark-inked sky.
Recalling his farewell, I cry.
His face -like the moon’s – surprising;
in dark-inked sky, cold moon rising.
He raised his eyes to me -frozen.
The light from them had been stolen.
With the coolest of goodbyes,
to me -frozen – he raised his eyes.
His fond embrace he kept from me.
His smile I loved so much to see
was wiped completely from his face.
He kept from me his fond embrace.
Not long ago, he’d been my moon,
my sun and stars, but then so soon
he took away from me his glow!
he’d been my moon not long ago.
When moon rose cold, he left that night.
A grief unending is my plight
because my heart he does not hold.
He left that night when moon rose cold.
March 18, 2019 for Edward Ibeh's Pick A Title, Vol. 2 - Rhyme - Poetry Contest
Title chosen: #1: Cold Moon Rising
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