Clair De Lune Pensif
A pensive moon lets fall the rain
that calls you to a darkened sill,
where, apprehensive, you remain,
held captive in her thrall
until she waxes at the window pane
to ask intently if you'll still be back
when she's gone past her wane
Beyond the glass,
you swear you will...
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2017
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