I see you waiting in the shadows for the rising of the moon, embracing nature's splendor hearing her rhythmic tune. A breeze lifts your scent to me, I feel the spirit of your soul. In awe I wait to bear witness as you and the night become whole. As the clouds of heaven part to reveal the moon's full glow, I silently turn and walk away, from a man I'll never know.
This was beautifully done, but I got the impression that what was standing and waiting was not a man even though you mentioned turning away from a man you'd never know at the end. Am I correct or just reading it wrong? Is there something else there or is this just another one of my interpretations that people normally look at me rather strangely for?
No clue as to what it might be (airhead701 speaks!) But, Poet deVine, this piece has your name written all over it-if I had read this without knowing the author's name, I'd have thought it was you. I like your style, keep it up!
"Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low, But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..."