Love
Without Hope
Above, the blushing blood moon vexes silken ebon space
with shadows of the mournful mist recalling, pale, a wistful trace -
her farewell smile I viewed through tears that almost veiled her face -
she turned away and whispered low 'another time, another place...'
Terry O’Leary
defines himself as "A physicist
lacking gravity..."
A great scene Terry. I always enjoy your poetic drama. Thanks for sharing. Ralph
ReplyDeleteLoving every line of this "definite maybe" implied piece.
ReplyDeleteThis one had to leave the author smiling, at the close. Perfect.