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.