In the Pale Moonlight
I see the old grave yard from my
window seal late at night and I
have noticed a woman walking in
the pale moon light.
I'm sure there is a story that her
presence could tell, but I can't read it
for her face is covered in a long, white
veil.
I watch her each and every night, in her
long, tattered dress, that's filled with
hollowed light, not a hair is out of place
and she moves so peacefully and full of
grace.
Her hands are long and slender, so petite
and in her hands she holds a bucket full of
flowers that seems to need a drink.
Down to the old, water well she goes, but
there has been no water there for several
years or more. Everyone who lives here,
this they all know.
She places the bucket and mysteriously the
water runs and all of a sudden the flowers
glow as if they were in the sun. She visits
each gravestone during the night and leaves
a single flower and gracefully moves on, in
loving flight.
I followed her late one night to find where she
laid herself to rest, long before daylight.
Her grave was barren and she too seemed alone
and my heart felt for her deeply as I read her
headstone.
Here Rest Lilly who with her heart she was lead
to leave flowers for those without families and
resting alone in their earthly bed. May God bless
her in the after life and always bloom flowers over
her, even in the night.
I visit her now at least once a week and I place
fresh flowers at her feet; In hopes she will know
just how much I and all who rest here, appreciates
her so.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014
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