Crescent moon in all its shimmering glory <br /> silver rays that touch the soul and stills <br /> the birdsong laced within the lovers story <br /> so silent now, for muted are the trills <br /> the quiet touches me with gentle fingers <br /> that play the harp within my very soul <br /> pluck the memories, that will always linger <br /> and the pain, that soft words will not console <br />remembering, how, she so very gently, <br /> from me, she slowly took her hand <br /> how she touched my cheek, so very softly, <br /> and on the table placed her wedding band, <br />She lingered just a moment in the hallway, <br /> then smiled such a soft and sad goodbye <br />placed her keys on the shelf, by the doorway <br />then slipped away as quiet as a sigh;<br /><br />Laurie hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crescent-moon-8/
