The moon is for lovers |
"Tales of Full Moons' Past" July's moon was especially moving; full, bigger then life. As I rode back in the car, from a wonderful day. I spent all that day, staring across the Chesapeake. My, what can I say? Jo's gone,Roe's gone, Barb and Sue gone: is the list that long? But the moon remains. As lovers ask why and cry, or stand close beside; beautiful orb in the night's sky; to each it's own; that is why. Glistening down on me, you were there too; always there with me, when you were full. But who do I miss the most? Faces like ghosts? It is you and I my love, don't you see? My hand in yours, under the moonlit sky. I believe all lovers and love, have gone to the moon. When it shines bright, we are all together again, like a long lost friend. I wrote this for you, all of you---- you know. Though distance separates us, it is the full moon drawing us back. Can you feel it, my dear? You and I so near? Like when we first met, the moon so full, your life with me a jewel. So lets pretend again, join my hand and sit here; with an old friend. The summer air cool, I draw you close; a kiss; a whisper; words undone; and then , yes, the full moon. s.a gibbins July 2009 P.S. Yes it's you dear. You will look up at the moon; a tear will form like the one in my eye. Because at sunset is where our heart is. |