What the moonlight tells me

Björn Rudbergs writings

Was there a glint of moonlight
in your eyes? a tender silver spilled
as tears from heaven; you that night
of early August, when we left to build
a future life too far apart; we promised
soon to write, but that alas we never did.
You found at university Adonis
and I found Aphrodite in Madrid.
But as I watch the moon’s reflection
I wonder if we made the right selections.

Moonlight by Edvard Munch Moonlight by Edvard Munch

Written for Poetic Bloomings and summer moonlight.

July 10, 2016

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