My Letter To You... Poem by moon dust

And when the last shadows of our love dance slowly on the walls of towering questions, and the song of the sea has vanished with the last rising moon, somewhere in the depths of my unfeeling soul there is an aching which hasn't yet been numbed by unspoken words, and aching for the love once shared throough sunrise and moonrise, through the deepest of sunsets to the brightest glorious days. But the song of our love has reached it's last verse, too many words left unsung, and all that is left is the shadow of a love that once was, the sea of our happiness is just a whisper in the night,
And when the sun rises up,
That too shall be gone.