As we sat with bare feet on the sand
You look to the December night sky
And I to your eyes.
Satisfied am I to hold your hand,
To call you my man,
Knowing this moment no money buys.
You hold your hand up, pinching the moon
And say "this is for you."
I tease you, and ask you how?
If I'm broke, and you too!
And you jokingly promised to have it by June.
Time passes, and your head is not on my thighs
Hair turned to gray, and color faded in the eyes.
Ambitious lover, I still laugh for you keep promising:
"I will give you the moon!"
Still time turns to tumbling,
Our last moment I watch you yell and leap
But now I weep
For winter dreams melted in spring
Your cold hand in mine - now Death's sting.
June comes and I'm back at our beach
I smile - hearing the words you would preach
Promising me the moon,
Saying you'd have it soon.
Ambitious lover if only you knew
I never asked for the moon.
For your words - my stars.
Your presence - my heaven.
Time couldn't take what was ours.
I look at your night sky,
And with a keen eye,
I see the moon - brighter than the darkened years gone by.
Ambitious lover, you make me cry.
I'll say a prayer and watch it fly.
To you from I,
Thank you for the moon.
Fly high!
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'The Weathered Man' & other works by Diego Reyes
General FictionDiego Reyes' heart evoking poems and gothic tales serve as a teaching guide and social commentary for those who read them. His work is heavily inspired by the likes of Edgar Allan Poe, Ann Radcliffe, William Faulkner, and so many more loved voices i...