A LOVERS MOON
Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 11:51 pm
Perhaps I should try my luck with Mills & Boon.
Trout season opens on Saturday
The Lovers Moon
She sat there on a lonely beach and watched the rising moon,
a brilliant silver orb that slowly rose above the dune.
Her mind was drifting back in time when she was young and trim,
recalling now those precious months that she had shared with Jim
And soon the tears that threatened started rolling down her cheek;
again that wave of sadness that had hovered near all week.
For countless years she’d made her trip to visit this same place,
regardless of the weather, this one day she would embrace.
And there relive those happy times that had been far too short,
abruptly ended by a war, where all men must report.
And soon the telegram arrived that wives and lovers feared,
for somewhere out from where she sat his ship had disappeared.
The hours passed by so quickly as she lived those times again;
the happiness and heartache with the good times and the pain.
For fifty years she’d journeyed here to say a silent prayer,
reliving precious moments and the love that they would share.
And wishfully she looked to sea beyond where dreams could reach
then rose and slowly hobbled, back along the moonlit beach.
******
© T.E.Piggott
Trout season opens on Saturday
The Lovers Moon
She sat there on a lonely beach and watched the rising moon,
a brilliant silver orb that slowly rose above the dune.
Her mind was drifting back in time when she was young and trim,
recalling now those precious months that she had shared with Jim
And soon the tears that threatened started rolling down her cheek;
again that wave of sadness that had hovered near all week.
For countless years she’d made her trip to visit this same place,
regardless of the weather, this one day she would embrace.
And there relive those happy times that had been far too short,
abruptly ended by a war, where all men must report.
And soon the telegram arrived that wives and lovers feared,
for somewhere out from where she sat his ship had disappeared.
The hours passed by so quickly as she lived those times again;
the happiness and heartache with the good times and the pain.
For fifty years she’d journeyed here to say a silent prayer,
reliving precious moments and the love that they would share.
And wishfully she looked to sea beyond where dreams could reach
then rose and slowly hobbled, back along the moonlit beach.
******
© T.E.Piggott