The Moon Falls. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The moon falls.

The moon falls a hundred times.
The stars dwindle as the hall clock chimes.
The reality of you without I
This is how my heart cries.

The sky is dark and dreary.
The wind is fast and bleary.
A sole cloud left from todays length,
Has driven me crazy with what was meant.

Lonely I am without you.
Like one Swan looking for their other half.
Searching in every lake and little stream,
Never to be seen.

And as the Swan sings her sad song,
so do I tonight.
The moon falls a hundred times.
But alas, you are nowhere in sight.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .20210926