Spent Poem by Andrew David Dalby

We spent many warm summer nights,
simply twisting threads of echoes;
Into clustering meadows of starlight.
While throwing our tender passions,
Upon the little gods of this world.
Oh how we sought each other's heart;
Hoping that this too brief a time,
Would never set us so far apart;
On a new sad day of reckoning.
Walking barefoot, I felt so naked.
Just raw...like dragged ice within.
and, as my numbed tingling feet,
graced this sand climbed shoreline;
I earnestly, desperately prayed
that this night would never end.

I recall In looking ever outward,
with wonder in our now opened eyes;
How we stared with sheer delight,
onto the twilight of the night.
And witness the stars play a melody,
To the delicate tempest of our love.
We grasped... our hands held tight...
And...in sheer awe resplendent...
We saw the moon slowly begin to wane
into the silver boiling of the sea.
But with sadness, I noted the line...
the glowing light of the golden dawn,
that marks the ever constant change
of tender night to sun kissed day...
And how...your whispered kiss
left its gentle mark upon my cheek,
As your spirit gently carried you from me..

for Blessing... wherever you may be.