Man of My Moon
Darkness falls,
across my land.
The moonlight shows,
my mystery man.
A story to be told,
as the shadows see.
One of an angel,
the one of you and me.
This mystery man,
stares across the lake.
A gloomy stare,
as if he's not awake.
His face so drawn,
his looks so sad.
Thoughts of his lost ones,
make him so mad.
He looks down to the water,
a tear enters it's space.
As if it's supposed to be there,
and it knows it's place.
He turns toward a path,
and wearily walks along.
The mockingbird sings,
his sad lonesome song.
Along the path,
another tear falls.
He drops to his knees,
and begins to crawl.
He looks to the sky,
and begins to pray.
"The others are gone,
so why must I stay?"
My wife is dead,
my baby is too.
Why can't I die,
what must I do?
I walk up to him,
and touch his cold shoulder.
He grabs my arm,
with the strength of a boulder.
“Oh, kind sir,
why do you cry so?
It's hurting my heart,
please let me know.”
“Beautiful angel,
are you sent from heaven above?
Ask me not why,
you know its for love.”
“You must be mistaken,
no angel am I.
Just an ordinary woman,
asking why you cry."
"Love has hurt you so you say,
but what can be so wrong?
Has memories left you empty,
with feelings that will last long?”
He told me of his story,
we talked the night away.
It was time for him to go,
but I so wanted him to stay.
Please oh please-don't hurt me,
like others have you before.
My love for you burns strong,
it's patient and it's pure.
Instead he tells me one thing,
kisses me then waves good-bye.
I will be back for you my love,
and darling-please don't cry.
Standing on the path I see,
his silhouette in the night sky.
Wishing he'd come back to me,
trying not to cry.
That day he left me standing there,
promising his return back soon.
My broken heart still burns for his,
for it's been twenty years since that moon.
By: Angela Tawney
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