melancholy

Stars shine through

watching with awe.

Here  on a bench all alone

a bench all alone

something’s missing is you.

Many moons have passed

days have gone to nights

in an endless cycle.

The empty chair beside me

desperately needs a company.

Here, I am all alone

waiting for the moon to cast its gentle glow

lifting sagging spirit under the moon glow

the stars hums a lullaby lulling

me to sleep.

Cuddle me each time I weep

maybe, when the moon rises

you’re the first to set my eyes.

                                                       Sitting here waiting for you,

hope promises made will all come true as tears should fall frothy tides kissing the shore tumble of swirling ruffled skirt with the sea breeze dance.     watching with awe, everything has been missing, are you?

 

 

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