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by the light of the moon
Posted by poeticnook
on
9/10/2004 06:08:00 AM
in
poetic license
it was by chance when we met on this road
it was pure luck that has brought us here
and now as the sun rests its final glow
we find ourselves dreaming
the moonbeams have a way of deceiving
with the light that it casts upon our heads
it makes us think we could go on believing
though we know we both must leave
you speak of the one whom your soul has loved
while i listen to your every word
i look at the stars that shine above us
and note how they seem to smile
shadows lengthen as the night becomes deep
once again it's time to bid farewell
echoes of your voice stay still in the air
piercing the dark night in vain
i choose not to hear the words you've just said
for my heart could not bear to forget
how could you stand and leave without thinking
when i'm here in deep regret
tomorrow you'll take the path you've chosen
as i decide if i should go too
i know i'm a fool if i choose to leave
but what's the use if i stay
the light has gone out, i too must go now
so take my hand and lead me back home
and if fate is not that unkind
i may be gone tomorrow..
if you choose to come to this same spot
and find me no longer sitting here,
just look as the sun rests its final glow
and think of me as you dream....
march, 1998
it was pure luck that has brought us here
and now as the sun rests its final glow
we find ourselves dreaming
the moonbeams have a way of deceiving
with the light that it casts upon our heads
it makes us think we could go on believing
though we know we both must leave
you speak of the one whom your soul has loved
while i listen to your every word
i look at the stars that shine above us
and note how they seem to smile
shadows lengthen as the night becomes deep
once again it's time to bid farewell
echoes of your voice stay still in the air
piercing the dark night in vain
i choose not to hear the words you've just said
for my heart could not bear to forget
how could you stand and leave without thinking
when i'm here in deep regret
tomorrow you'll take the path you've chosen
as i decide if i should go too
i know i'm a fool if i choose to leave
but what's the use if i stay
the light has gone out, i too must go now
so take my hand and lead me back home
and if fate is not that unkind
i may be gone tomorrow..
if you choose to come to this same spot
and find me no longer sitting here,
just look as the sun rests its final glow
and think of me as you dream....
march, 1998