In the Moonlight
The lament of a Summer breeze is heard
to make the gilded leaves of Autumn sigh.
And after months, without a single word,
hope lost its wings and could no longer fly.
Shadows join silhouettes in the moonlight;
tethering wishes and prayers to dreams.
And grieving her lover, she cries all night,
as loneliness fuels her silent screams.
She remembers the sweet taste of his kiss
and the way he left her feeling fulfilled.
He swore he'd write daily without remiss,
and the day they stopped, she knew he'd been killed.
She never questioned why he'd gone to war;
for he felt freedom was worth dying for.
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