(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Crescent Moon

Crescent moon in all its shimmering glory
silver rays that touch the soul and stills
the birdsong laced within the lovers story
so silent now, for muted are the trills
the quiet touches me with gentle fingers
that play the harp within my very soul
pluck the memories, that will always linger
and the pain, that soft words will not console
remembering, how, she so very gently,
from me, she slowly took her hand
how she touched my cheek, so very softly,
and on the table placed her wedding band,
She lingered just a moment in the hallway,
then smiled such a soft and sad goodbye
placed her keys on the shelf, by the doorway
then slipped away as quiet as a sigh;

by Laurie hill

Comments (1)

Now your playing my song David... lol Andy 10