The Essence Of Soft Shadows
When sometimes late at night I cannot sleep,
I open wide my eyes so I can see
your face – your tender face! I start to weep.
You’ll always be so beautiful to me.
Man in the Moon, with his round face, peeks through
my window blinds. His eyelashes are streaks
of gold that often come to rest on you,
as if it is your semblance that he seeks.
That old man moon could never shine so bright!
Your glow was so much sweeter, Dear, than his.
How soft was your caress, but now each night
there’s only grief, for all that’s left me is
the essence of soft shadows when they fall
on that one picture of you on my wall.
May 14, 2018
For Mark Massey's 'Your Finest 2018 Sonnet '
May 1, 2019 entered for Michelle Faulkner's 'Memories of May' Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018