Remember Thou Me

Stark and uneasy is the new silence which greets this night.

An angel has spread her wings and in velvet skies takes flight.

I hear the whisper of the moon sent on tender silver beams.

I feel its cold stare as a secret angel opens up her beautiful wings.

I sit now alone on the porch swing as the night mocks my dreams.

I feel a gentle tug on my heart as I watch the invisible wind chase the winters leaves.

“Star light, star bright”....I wonder now if she should remember thou me tonight?

IMYSMDW

J. Allen Wilson © 3/12/2009