The moonlight casts shadows as the stars wane
Van Gogh's blue swells as tears stain
Broken silence as the heart aches
Veiled crimson quakes
Tin-type memories leave one awake
Lantern lights shimmer upon the lake
Words spoken
Worlds broken
Abandoned token
A voice haunts
Ravaged and gaunt
In silent agony
I whisper to the stars with their pageantry
Beloved, my love
I am here
Before the graveyard of buried hopes
By Shannon McKemie, M.A.
10-04-2012