The Crofter's Moon

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.