In the Moonlight
The lament of a Summer breeze is heard
to make the gilded leaves of Autumn sigh.
And after months, without a single word;
hope lost its wings and could no longer fly.
Shadows form silhouettes in the moonlight;
tethering wishes and prayers to a dream.
And grieving her lover, she cries at night;
as loneliness fuels a silent scream.
She remembers the sweet taste of his kiss;
and the way he left her feeling fulfilled.
He swore he'd write daily without remiss;
when those letters stopped, she knew he was killed.
She never questioned why he'd gone to war;
for he felt freedom was worth dying for.
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