A Feeling
Just sitting there, all alone
Looking out a window, leaning on the sill,
Looking up, full of thoughts, at a clear starry night.
The full moon shining down, illuminating light.
Softly, the light falls, on her beautiful face.
Closing her green eyes, accepting the light.
Emotions play across her face.
Memories flash through her mind.
A Gasp escapes from her lips.
As she remembers,
Remembers, a feeling.
A feeling, of love.
A love so pure, so beautiful
The Gods themselves have never heard.
This way the way that love,
Was meant to be.
Powerful, Pure, Beautiful.
Tears, now, streaming down
Marring her beautiful face.
Looking out the window,
Whispering, softly
"I love you"
And somehow she knows,
Somewhere, he, too, is looking at the moon,
Whispering the same promise.
Made so long ago.