Collage by M. BednarRemember When
Beneath bright stars strummed a guitar,
a lover's voice, pure honey,
vowed forever, vowed sweet love
to the beautiful moon and back.
Knee bent, promises meant,
a silver ring placed,
we danced, hands laced,
kissed at the edge of the sea.
lived dreams, breathless,
eager and restless,
we danced by the light of the moon.
Until one evening,
all light faded,
face unfathomably sad,
moon didn't know what to do
as we looked at each other,
differences observed, melody unheard;
we'd become a masquerade.
So you took wing, over the sea,
Owl to my Pussycat, you disappeared
beyond the lonely light of the moon.
by Margaret Bednar, September 18, 2022
This is linked with "Poets and Storyteller's United #44 To Err is Human". Divorce isn't just between two people - it unsettles the whole family with a heavy heart. (This is not about my marriage)