Sweet Moon
Sweet Moon
I sit on bayou's bank simply breathing,
Filling senses with baptism of time
Spent collecting memories, and I try
To paint my thoughts upon the still water...
Reflections of moon's light and willow, here where
Past and present meet, where tomorrow waits,
Where the hearts of my people gently sleep
And I weep for words forgotten, dreams lost.
Whispers of ancients softly drift, casting
Bittersweet ripples across my soul, shadows
Of remembrance blur destiny's vision
And you, sweet moon, shed your light and sigh.
You hear, you know, and I beseech you...
Tell them, tell them, I will never forget!
© mdbadgerow 2008
Rev. 2009, 2010
By Myrna D.
© 2010 Myrna D.
(All rights reserved)
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