Shatter The Moon Poem by Neil Graham Marsden

SHATTER THE MOON

How precious now these nights to me,
how altered from their history,
when I would mourn your death this date
and voice my love one life too late.

How I would pass these vigil hours,
re-kindling privacies once ours,
an honour that I share this night,
as only treasured angels might.

How different now this time must be,
a threshold to new destiny.
Our joining hands must once more part
to wrench these arrows from my heart.

Though I must leave this sombre meet,
replace those horrors at my feet.
Forgive my need to join anew,
that world devoid of life and you.

But soon my voice will call your name
to love and cherish just the same,
the person there for you to see
an empty replica of me.

My world of love will be unchanged
just sadly, cruelly re-arranged;
the only honest thing to come,
from loving dreams like these undone.