My Moon Yet Whispers of Hope
How am I now with only memory of you to survive.... for was through your love alone did I come to breathe, drawing first taste of life while in your arms and at your lips.
The glory of Sun’s morning rays oft did find us locked in love’s embrace, joyful in our celebration as new worlds and possibilities opened before us, the very gateway to Eden swung wide in beckon call, had we dare but enter.
Alas all is now but memory.... a vapor of possibility lost to the vacuums of time as candles flame to call of evening breeze......that light having once spilled across the union of our souls, lighting the pathway of our moment together ...now heard silent in the darkness .... The joys of our journey together no longer known, I tread on in company of loneliness and sorrow.
Yet........ remaining, there is Moon in evening sky, gentle and still, calling to my searching heart through flowing whisper of hope:
“ Rejoice in this but flicker of loss for was born in company of such Great Gain”
.....Thus changed I shall rise at call of Morning Sun and dance anew within the glory of my new season
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For my spirit having once been born shall no longer find peace in the darkness and this new life though given through you shall continue even after your withdrawal from it
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