As the moon wanes
What love has lost now wants to gain;
The ever pleasant mist that leaves the grass greener with dew.
That delicate touch of the true ones hand, that laid upon the open land,
of fields Oh full of ancient dust.
Where faeries flew and willed with trust.
Oh what love has lost…
I couldn’t sleep, as the moon wanes to become new again. It is time to let go. Now I will rest and close me eyes to still my heart unto Gods loving arms.
Goodnight.
Oh sweet prose; oh endearing heart… Let us chance another start… From the meadows low to mountains high… Like that nightly twinkle in the sky… Our love reborn shall endure the winds of change and test of time for evermore!!!