Winter Moon
Oh sunless sky,
cold winter of this barren heart
when did you leave this pitiless place?
why in death did you depart?
leaving but a remnant
a shadow of your light
to shine upon a mirror
to mock me in this cold hour
shining bright
without your warmth
or soak of heated touch
a silver'd echo
in the long night
of the broken hearted.
© Richard Michael Parker 2010
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