What the moonlight tells me

Was there a glint of moonlight
in your eyes? a tender silver spilled
as tears from heaven; you that night
of early August, when we left to build
a future life too far apart; we promised
soon to write, but that alas we never did.
You found at university Adonis
and I found Aphrodite in Madrid.
But as I watch the moon’s reflection
I wonder if we made the right selections.

Moonlight by Edvard Munch

Moonlight by Edvard Munch

Written for Poetic Bloomings and summer moonlight.

July 10, 2016

11 responses to “What the moonlight tells me

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  2. So lovely, Björn. Your words sing like moonbeams reflecting not only an ethereal light in our eyes but also in our wishful hearts. Beautiful. Thank you.

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