The Sound of Moonlight in Winter
In the crisp, cold air under pale moonlight,
I hear your cries through the long, dark night.
Screeching screaming snowblind fright
hallowed by holy dreams of flight
for the children that you left behind,
for the lover waiting down the aisle,
for the furry angels at home alone,
for the grace of God to you now known,
for all the friends and family ties
that forever to that day will bind
thoughts of missing who you were
to memories of a time obscured.
And I still hear you calling out
every night my fate is dealt
in nightmares by Orion’s Belt
the moonlight singing, words unspelt.
Echoes lonely though you cry
a misty rain from heaven’s high
it’s cold and snowfall taps my eyes
I want to see you one last time
Thunder pounds inside my chest
I try to lie in peace-like rest
with tunnel vision from the past
to future-forward days at last
I reckon, beckon to a shadow’s ride
the night the snow whispered you’d died.
The sound, that sound, moonlight in Winter
haunts my restless soul in ember
to turn and walk away
from ghosts and dreams and childish play…
to silence those frozen beams of light.
© LTM 09/15/14