The crescent moon tilts slightly
against the indigo sky
through the shadows, I move spritely
with unbidden tears I cry
I trudge the road less traveled
My warmest sweater unraveled
So I shiver in the gath’ring storm,
grief overwhelming, I MUST mourn
As daylight breaks the night
I allow my feet quick purchase in the light
A haven ahead affords me rest
I am given respite at my behest
Home is where I’m going to be
If only my mem’ries weren’t in Tennessee.
Hearts may break,
and hearts may mend,
seen by few
but truest friend.
Keep yours safe
and keep it near.
shown scarce to one
but one who’s dear.
This is beautiful. Thanks for sharing this.