The Moon Remembers

I heard your voice
deep in my heart
echoing through and through
this very early morn
The moon stood ready to fall from the sky
with reverence for the love that you are
for your golden heart, your laugh
your funny words, jolly and noble
full of cutting irony and brawny passion
The moon remembers
the ancient sagas
dusty clandestine dramas
that went on between us
from lives tucked away in the folds of time
and our most wanton or sanctified deeds
The moon remembers
what our hearts could not hold
and floods me now
pours down like moonshine, like honey

For Kenny King (January 30, 1947 to October 29, 2011)

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About Unsungpoet

Life-long poet, numerologist, author of other previously unpublished works.
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8 Responses to The Moon Remembers

  1. Beverly Kalinin says:

    So nice, Judi. What a beautiful remembrance poem.

    Love you.

  2. A heartfelt tribute Unsung, and born the same year as my own hubby… My heart goes out to you my friend… Love to you xoxo

  3. Ben Naga says:

    Love also pours down like honey here.

  4. Lindy Lee says:

    No moon shines as brightly (somehow) as the October full one. A fine tribute to the man in the picture…

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