In the Evening Silence.
Here on the sands of Half Moon
I yearn of those days I held you
Breathed of you…
Days of untold passions tasted
Unrequited love …
Innocence pure
Where the world escaped you and I
Sadness was just a word for others
Nonexistent shame …
Contented in that arduous cycle
Where we shared of…
Only two
Perhaps if time were truly flowing and fluid
And soft words were medicine enough
Easing your pains…
I would whisper you back to our moment
Bereft of the guilt…
Death carries
Here on the sands of Half Moon
I’m carried back on moonlit glow
Breathing of you…
Amassed in the need of our lost voices of
Unrequited love…
Reborn again
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