deep in the valley
lost loves linger,
when the moon is full
and coyotes howl
echoes of trouble purge forth.
what I thought I had found,
my true soul mate,
gone and once thought forgotten.
as droplets fall on dry wash.
thunder claps
and lightning flashes
burrows it deep again
fog, like a soft blanket,
covers easy seas.
as memories recede
my bewitched mind
will rest again
with tomorrow's dawn
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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