why I cry

Grand Father why are you crying

I remember it well

twas the time

of the

budding Moon

when the trees awaken

from their long Winter nap

it was then that

our eyes first met

I remember it well

those moonlit nights

we strolled along the

lake and watched

the Sun rise as it

danced in ripples wake

I remember it well

twas the Moon

when berries turn red and

hearts did blossom and

our lips burned red

I remember it well

twas the Moon

the leaves burn red and

night shed its heat as

our passions grew hot

I remember it well

twas the Moon

of the falling leaves as

the tears of the Angel

left a chill upon our

path as did her

solemn news

I remember it well twas

the time when the Moon

turns blue that

she went away

I remember it well for

the Star did not shine

and the Sun did not

glow

as the tears of the

Angels froze upon

the wind

twas the Moon of

many sorrows

when the land dresses

all in white and mourns

the night away

and this my Child is

why I cry when the

night becomes the day

“but Grand Father who was she, the one that went away”

“that my Child is for when the night is much younger “
#love, # nature, #soulmates

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