By light of moon, I take a walk once more
and think about those days we used to stroll
along a beach on distant sandy shore.
The sea, once calm, now rolls without control
and splashes with its only color–blue.
The crashing waves drown out my happy thoughts
and take away the pleasure that I sought
reflecting on my happiness with you.
It’s true that you are gone, will not return
and now good memories are fading fast.
No more will I reflect upon and yearn
for love without a guarantee to last.
The moon is like a best and trusted friend
who never will discuss what might have been.
© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols