Pink Moon

I wrote this after listening to a Nick Drake song, "Time Has Told Me"

Eyes closed,

His voice a soft enchantment,

Wrapping me whole.

The music: wispy, gentle,

Whispers of love lost,

A sadness that pulls.

His fragile spirit aches,

And I long to heal him,

To be the shore

for his endless tide.

The song ends,

The spell fades,

And we drift apart.

Reviews

[Chris]

Well spoken and very relevant.

[Adriana]

Beautiful imagery in this poem