Poetry for the Thoughtful

A love story.

As the sun dipped below a rise,

I fell into his arms

The darkness hid what was mine alone

And the dancing shadows

Illuminated the joy flowing from my eyes

Like two firefly's

We lit each other up

And like two waning shadows of night

We had only so long together.

Each moment we spent

In ths moonlit fantasy

That cannot be real

Is a moment less to look forward to

I love his strength

His gentle way

His warm arms

His face, young and wise

His love, long and unyeilding

But with the waning moon,

Our time together ended.

We parted, but like two waxing shadows,

Would meet again.