I didn’t want to wonder,
so I wrote you a letter,
and yet, even in the quiet autumn rain,
I knew the answers wouldn’t matter.
She’d ask me about fantasy,
wanted to know what was real
what matters, when might we feel
worthy of some sweet serenity.
Last night the sky was clear
except for the soft clouds drifting near,
a full moon a beckoning light,
until she felt the veil of her shadow.
I remember when I was a child,
some movie, maybe a fairy tale,
suggestive of a cloud covered moon,
there is sadness in feeling so alone.
I stood outside tonight in the tears
of a fall sky turning to winter,
I could feel the numbness of a frozen
state of mind, swept in an icy horizon.
Whispers in moonlight would always be a song
for this is a silence inside I will forever long.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~