In Loving Memory

A moth flutters to the frozen ground,

Lightly, with grace, and without a sound,

Being drawn to the beauty of candlelight,

Has spelled his fate this winter night,

Shadows dance on naked trees,

The cold comes seeping through my knees,

As I kneel to the fallen dreams behind,

And their phantoms still within my mind, 

Laid gently to rest in the mountain soil,

No more to love, or pain, or toil,

Now to sleep in peace and sigh no more,

A gentle berth on the Other shore,

As a waxing moon looks down and smiles,

To illumine the countless empty miles,

Between my desire and the prize,

Alighting in my searching eyes…


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