Moonshadow Memory Poem by Dale Mullock

Moonlight shines on hilltop cobble stones;
column of wanderer's benchmarked memory.
Far from the reach of any mobile phones
I stop as my eyes are steeped in scenery.

If you asked that majestery stood before me
then I would simply nod, distant thoughts concur.
Adrift in the midnight mistral, I appear ghostly;
I ask in despair driven voice “Have you seen her? ”

Only silence answers, wintery wisps wrap tight
in my panicked thoughts, creating fearful illusions
of all those laid here in remembrance’s might.
An ominous daunting sifts through fog in protrusion.

There in the gloom; teasing shadows loom,
monumental stone haunts with Celtic cross
as tears cascade in silver streams under the moon,
silent silhouette beset by the amassed haze of loss.

Woeful dysphoria completes the decay of my mind,
effluvium of thought, afloat upon foul misty air
consumes all that enter this realm assigned
in designated flitting fits of dispositional despair.

But beyond the Moon and the shadows play,
Morning signals natural honing of its skills
atoning for yesterday’s mistakes for today
bringing with it the life and green of the hills.

Here the grass loses it frosty glossy glean
and with the astral mist I ascend to the sky
so I can be with the one of whom I dream
until night returns to the place where we lie.