My Love Like a Fresh Moon Rise

I don’t know where she is

I don’t know how she lives

It pains my heart in the core

She the first love of my heart

Who couldn’t be my life’s part

Far from each other our fate tore.

In some distant foreign  lands

She lends her serving hands

Has she reconciled to her pain

In  my memory does she pine?

Am I alive in her as she is in mine?

Or in everything does she abstain?

Will she to me some day return

Will tides some day our way turn

Can I make of my love a present

Thorns my heart have tattered

Dreams cruel winds have shattered

Poles of my tent pitifully bent!

Tender  memories to me  oft flow

Turning my sad dark room aglow

Transporting  me to a lost paradise

How long this breath may prolong

Some day it must stop the song

My love, like a fresh moon rise!

Xavier Bage

Thurs, Nov 1, 2018