In The Moonlight
In the moonlight,
everything in a golden glow,
so slow and mellow,
sipping homemade wine,
my thoughts occupied –
with the memory of you.
You always seemed true,
loved me as only you knew,
gave me the sun in the morning
and sweet kisses when the day ended.
The words you whispered to me,
so very tender,
gave my heart wings,
made me love you forever and a day.
The moon seemed to be smiling,
as glittering stars make him a wreath,
clouds played with light and shadow,
the scent of jasmine perfumed the air,
I remembered the magical summers of long ago –
the summers of you and me.
How funny it seems,
that it was all like a dream.
Life is like that it comes and goes,
although I wish you were still here with me,
side by side as we grow old,
silver-haired with walking sticks,
still holding hands –
yes, that is what I miss.
Life seems to fly by,
along with birds in the sky,
day after day,
we go forth like through a revolving door,
almost as soon as we step forth –
we are already going away.
I looked at the winking stars in the sky
and wondered which one you were swinging on,
so far and wide,
the eternal heavens.
Here’s to you,
I lifted my wine glass,
as my eyes looked upon the beauty,
of the moon and stars
and I imagined your smile –
as brilliant as the heavenly orbs in the sky
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Those couples who are granted the privilege to grow old together are very-very fortunate. They are being envied by millions. This is my thought aroused by this poem of yours, Rasma!
Thank you Martie and you are so right. My godfather who lives in Westchester, NY is 95 and his wife is 85.
Nicely emoted and heartfelt poem of love and its often fleeting appearance in life. As is said…’tis better to have loved…’. Great work Rasma.
Thank you Tony.
Your work always makes me a be sad, not because of the verse, but because of the beautiful tales woven within their thread…you have such a knack for expressing love and lost love
Thank you RJ.
As they say, love is such a splendid thing, especially for those who abide in it forever until both their end. You love poetry is always an awakening to those of us who have lost it or never again to receive it. It opens a window for us to look out of and into your world of ever ending love, and it gives us pause and rest. Well penned dear poet.
Thank you Vincent.