In the light of the moon

There was once a time when I only saw his face by the light of the moon. After he hayed he'd come my way and we'd spend the eve laying, faces towards the stars. Dreams in tow and love growing. Side by side. Equal in joy, innocent to the strife we'd face. My heart aches for those times. Now we find we lie back to back, under the white ceiling. Cold hardness between us. Love lost, hope fading, challenges failed. Deep breath. It shouldn't have gotten to be like this, when two people love, but we seem to miss. Can those times be recovered? Can this love be saved? Maybe tonight, tonight when the moon fills the sky it will bring it's gentleness back to us and we can again lay in the light, loving, holding, breathing the peace of grace. And though all might not be restore, I have hope that a new beginning might be reached, and if nothing else a moment to savor though our darkest hours.


(I'm really not much of a poet and claim no real genius in this area, but I just needed to write the random hurt in my heart.)