Lies the Light

Soft lies the light

on the fern in the wood;

still lies the love

that we had, that we could –

 

Long creep the shadows

among grass-green blades;

grave is the tongue

that once held faith –

 

Slow arcs the moon

across the cold, starry, sky;

steady beats my heart

‘til I die, ‘til I die.


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