The moon
She called to me
I did not answer
She called again
She sang to me
Of faraway places
Adventures
Games and fun
To be had
Before Apollon light
Claimed the day
I could not rise
Her tiny fey
Danced by my bedside
Laughing
Come come come
They sang
She filled my window
With her light
So deep so brightly
She shone into the night
She sang
And I said no
I will not
I cannot follow
She sang again
Such sweet sadness
Longing for her filled my heart
As she slowly faded back into the night sky
And all was quiet
Til the birdsong brought the dawn
My heart
Bereft of her
Felt the cold absence of her love
The missing of her sweet song
And my soul ached for the night
But she came no more
About the Creator
Lena Kelly
living in the written word is like living in two worlds or three or more....those who constantly create see things from so many altered and different perspectives..... i am in constant awe of creators and love and appreciate you all x
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