Eclipse of the Moon by Mary Susanah Robbins - HTML preview

This brooding weather of warm mists, grey showers

I dedicate to reality. Anguished red leaves lie

strewn on the yellow grass empty of flowers:

the time has come for us to say goodbye.

Change has only marked my longing with your name.

It will not fly sough with the birds overhead.

I find old letters that say, We are the same,

in seeking something to put in your stead.

Touched with the cold hand of regret, I sit

and untangle my dream too late

to ever reach the heart of it.

And I cannot say, This is our fate.

Feeling is fate, but, with or without

you. My heart shudders and cries. Then,

what makes it possible for us to part?

We have not changed, though autumn fade again.

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