In the Evening Silence.

Written by: Charles Fuller

Here on the sands of Half Moon
          I yearn of those days I held you
	Breathed of you…
          Days of untold passions tasted
	Unrequited love	…
				Innocence pure

Where the world escaped you and I
          Sadness was just a word for others
	Nonexistent shame …
          Contented in that arduous cycle 
	Where we shared of…
				Only two


Perhaps if time were truly flowing and fluid
          And soft words were medicine enough
	Easing your pains…
          I would whisper you back to our moment
	Bereft of the guilt…
				Death carries


Here on the sands of Half Moon
          I’m carried back on moonlit glow
	Breathing of you…
          Amassed in the need of our lost voices of
	Unrequited love…
				Reborn again