Mid-Autumn Moon

Mid Autumn Moon

the mid-autumn moon
shimmered amidst the black silk night,
and she was beautiful,
gauzy and white, delicate yet round,
she sent her beams upon
the lovers' faces,
lit by candlelight,
they gazed upon each other,
drank deeply of
themselves
ten, twenty tiny candles,
and yet the heat of their stares
near melted the wax...

he saw them,
and the tears that
formed in his heart,
froze at the throat.silent.
he looked at his beloved,
she in love.
his eyes filmed over,
she would never know,
she must never know,
rustling leaves in shadown, and there he hid;

a distance away, a heartbeat away,
a woman stood, a woman stared,
her tears did not freeze at her throat,
they froze her face
into a mask of sorrow instead.
the lovers, her love and she was,
coldly, bleakly alone.
half covered in darkness, she turned to the moon,
the moon seemed to smile that same sad smile,
only the moon remained to see,
only the moon remained to mourn.