leaving little trace she walks along moonlit shore
golden poi long for her gentle caress
trees lean listening for her breathless song
she yearns for a memory’s glimpse
many seasons since that fire dance
does he remember the kindled flame?
“carry my words over mountains and valleys
harmonize your lips against my melody
don’t forsake me to silent reflection”
nature with fair maiden groans
she leaves little trace behind
as she wades into the moonlit lake, alone
I dont know about you but when I read the words penned by another poet I am often inspired and an image flow from my pen. This poem is inspired by the painted words of another. I am grateful for the wellspring of inspiration I have from the poetry communities I am part of.