As
I sat alone on the edge of my bed
Contemplating
events of the day before slumber,
I
saw the misty halo of a rising moon … the Flower Moon.
Through
my window it looked entangled,
Caught
in the branches of a budding Maple,
Tender
leaves gently stroking, pushing it along the way.
I
wondered if you were watching it too,
As
lovers often do.
I
wondered if you saw the misty halo too.
Thoughts
filled my head as I drifted to sleep,
As
I prayed the Lord my soul to keep.
But
sleep didn't last.
Vapory
dreams living in the past
of
a Flower Moon from long ago.
Our
love was budding and started to grow.
No
branches in its path, no encouragement required.
No
mist in the air, our hearts were on fire.
The
sky was clear,
No
halo from my tear.
