Evening has subsided with a whisper in the west.
It chased the sunset's final rays as she prepared for rest.
Night has dropped her curtain but the moon has come to play.
The overture begins, as lonely crickets have their way.
The breeze begins to soften and the grass is standing still.
The leaves no longer beckon in the trees upon the hill.
I huddle in the darkness and await the rising wind.
A prayer is formed upon my lips, in homage to a friend.
And there ... I feel the sweet caress, a hand upon my cheek
A breeze that comes from someone ... from the passing soul, I seek.
And as I watch the lingering stars and hear the rustling leaves
I know that she has left this world and heavenward, she weaves.
I bid farewell to one, who loved this life, and all it gave
I dedicate this poem to her and toward the moon, I wave.
...and her memory, I save
i went back and forth on the last line.
forever in my heart, sweet one
you shall remain young