When night
gives pause to the pale moon above
where beauty found me once,
my heart, your love
still warms this tender
place where I’ve become
a prisoner to the night, the
haunted one
Catching
whispers of moonlit memories
of words that lovers say,
now reveries
to dress my pillow, silly as
it seems
with visions of you love,
and in these dreams…
You kiss my
lips and brush the falling tears
in which I drown and yet I
breathe, the years
cannot erase the ache,
although divine
are the night skies above
when moonlight shines
You may
keep a piece of this heart that grieves
and I will keep the night,
the memories