or maybe my heart's dissatisfaction
in sleep you whisper my name
before your heart wanders away
your dreams never of me?
in my mind's predilection
you move inside the ruins
whistling a lover's tune
through phases of the moon
the new moon sheds no light
in this barren desert
my love a dying ember
ashes blowing in the wind
scattering at the end
into the valley below
no one held you like I did
as I gave you one last bid
beseechingly I asked
for that one final dance
but the music stopped
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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