Thursday 21 March 2019

Moon clouds her face


I still walk the same path
You holding my hand
And smiling you laugh
Along by the mere
Moon rising for us

See its light in your eyes
As we sit on a log
Then kiss your sweet face
You hum with delight
Moon winking at us

Then the owls in the trees
Hoot as they agree
The fish they do plop
You bare all for me
Moon clouds her face

I still recall those days
Teen love lasts not long
But still hold you close
In this my sad mind
Moon can't be seen

12 comments:

  1. Memories are bittersweet at our time of life, arent they, Robin?

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  2. Lots of memories, sweet and bitter ones. I wouldn't want to be sorting them out.
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  3. The romantic mood is very well depicted in these lines.

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  4. Many of your poems embrace a "love" theme and I thoroughly enjoy them.

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  5. This is a beautiful poem of love.

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  6. An atmospheric poem of young love. Very romantic, Robin.

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  7. The love of youth stays all through life.

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  8. Young love leaves such an imprint on one's spirit.

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  9. The Moon "rising for us". I adore young love ... and a love at any age that inspires such romanticism.

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  10. This is truly young love, where the ache remains.

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