So Much More Than Memories

In The Light Of The Full Moon

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It was a full moon last night, my love.

It was here with me, so palpable

I could reach out my trembling fingers

and feel the cool warmth of its beams.

It shined upon my head

and turned my gray hair

into burnished silver

just the way

you loved.

~

The full moon was here with me,

and you were not,

except for in my memories.

Your face came to me

just as it was,

on golden, sparkling beams;

your voice on the breeze, once again

whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

I could feel your presence beside me

in the creak of the porch swing.

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I could almost feel your hand in mine,

your arm about my shoulder,

the gentle pressure against my cheek

as you turned my lips to yours.

I could sense your rising desire

for the two of us,

once more,

to be just one--

in the light of the full moon.

~

Photo:

Grandma & Grandpa Sanders

standing outside of Winnwood Baptist Church

on a Sunday morning in the 1980's