2010 Poetry Challenge

National Poetry Month

Ryter Roethical

My Mother Moon...............Casual Shakespeare

My mother moon, do you shine as you feel
Do you see the sorrow and feel the pain?
To meet for so short a time and join, then love
The subtle agony of lovers torn apart again.
My mother moon, the tender melancholy
You created with each sigh in the night
A fond remembered love, only a memory
Creating in our hearts and souls, a blight.
My mother moon, the tender stories told
That our tears are like stones on a beach
Eventually turning to sand and washed away
In time our salted tears will be out of reach.
My mother moon tell me the tears will dry
So perhaps with time the pain will also die.

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