Stolen from the Sunrise
Stolen from the sunrise
Whispered by the moonlight
Never remembered but by a
Steady heartache and the
Secret guilty thought
Somewhere faraway
They plead for your sake;
Years later a hushed lullaby
Fills the room
You yearned to grace,
And a tear grabs the words
She struggles to say
She stops for fear of
Unpleasant memories
And kisses one - not two -
Perfect youthful face.
This poem is about:
Our world