Broken
The moon fell upon my darkest night
and left me with a somber light.
As the hours passed they struck me cold,
my mind was filled with memories old.
Eyes I saw of emerald green,
an Angel's face with sunlight beamed.
A whisper soft against my skin,
reminded me what once had been.
Love too pure for mere mortal man,
a star once held by human hand.
She spoke words deep within my heart,
promises made to never part.
But light of morning will always shine
and vows broken can be unkind.
8/1/20
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2020
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