The Crofter's Moon
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There's a chilly air where it used to shine
There's a misty breeze through the purple vine.
In a fading summer tick-tock sounds
move backwards marking every hour
Darkness falls down slowly upon each longer night
Stealing beewax gold of sunset's soft -glow light.
Against total eclipse, Foliage silhouettes make their return back
Bringing to his arms a Lunar death ... Her death.
Along empty walks, earthy drops drizzle regret
Regret with every footstep and heavy inward breath
Regret... Drops Thunder... Thunder and death
Death ! Dead ! Gone .. Gone....
Or does She live in his forevermore
Is that her reflection mirroring affection
Is it her hidden face that glistens in the lake
Is that the crescent moon that once showed him the way
A way to feel to feel again what it is like to dance and sway
Sway to lilting music nobody else could hear
to flow adrift in silent pause ,knowing She' s still there.
Knowing she is with him hovering in dreams,
beaming radiant shadows all over his cheeks
Believing She'll get closer without owning his lips
Because their bond was deeper than just a simple kiss.
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