Above, the blushing blood moon vexes silken ebon space
with shadows in the mournful mist recalling, pale, a wistful trace -
her farewell smile I viewed through tears that almost veiled her face -
she turned away and whispered low 'another time, another place...'
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
Above, the blushing blood moon vexes silken ebon space
with shadows in the mournful mist recalling, pale, a wistful trace -
her farewell smile I viewed through tears that almost veiled her face -
she turned away and whispered low 'another time, another place...'