In that moment,
when alone a decision
becomes only the owner
of a certain speculation,
he might respond,
she may simply sing a song.
For there is a melody in love
filled with passionate embrace,
the notion of knowing this
is truly a feeling undeniable
therefore less attainable
when acknowledging the fade.
Walk with me, listen to a story
two people wrote, together
one autumn day,
where when afterward as memory
might allow,
they later stood inside a moon.
Inside this our quiet response to love
A full moon speaks silent just beyond …
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
