I remember the twinkling lights that Star less Night
That night when the Moon formed our Religion
We strode through a Farmers Field of freshly cut grass
It smelled like…Heaven
I saw the reflections of fireflies in your eyes
As you wondered about me…and Love
A Cool breeze Waltzed gently between us
As we Danced into the Future…Hand in Hand
There was nothing Broken in the Universe
That the Moon couldn’t Fix that Night
It was Voodoo. It was Every Dream I ever Dreamt
When you became the “Why” of my Tattered Soul
I brushed your face with my Haggard Hand
Your smile made Night Flowers Bloom
As my Tears washed clean years of Frowns
We sat enchanted near a sparkling Stream
We spoke to an Owl and Laughed and learned
That night when the moon painted our Dreams
When you Died, I painted that Night in my Mind
Never again will the brushstrokes of Love
Paint a picture of such loving.
PILO
© DRB 2009
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