Melissa Anne Miller

~ For Melissa ~

The moon was almost full

And the lavender sky was almost

Scented 

The tips of the trees 

Almost on fire

And the night poured in

Where we shared an enclave

Of unfinished dreams

And shadows grew to stories

Like children leaning in

To hear us tell 

Of where they’d been

I heard them whisper in the arbor

Their step upon the rockery

They played and circled

As we reminisced

While the evening stretched a century

And it wouldn’t be that night

Without the velvet stirring of the breeze

That ruffed the feathers 

Of the mourning dove

Who fluttered round the edges of our tale 

And the fountain splashed 

A plinking soft refrain

Feeding moonlight to the Koi 

The pond was almost ebony

Forty three you counted

Deep corals

Pearly hungry mouths

And one lone magic

Midnight one

A brother gone

They rose and fell

In lustrous hope

Beneath the almost of the night 

And shone with wishes

And so we wished 

Like children

Sara Mathews          March 2019

Artwork by Melissa Anne Miller (used with permission)

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