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
Written for Poetic Bloomings and summer moonlight.
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July 10, 2016
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is excellent.
Outstanding, Bjorn.
As they say, timing is everything. Or maybe it’s location-location-location. >
So poignant. Life is so full of “what if’s.”
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Such nice afterglow.
Another amazing one with rhyme so subtle it’s natural and right.
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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Björn what more?
Oh dear, what a twist fir such a beautiful night!