‘Graveyard Moon’ … WHB -Pen Wash 2017
When I am gone
And you are left.
Be not afraid,
Be not bereft.
When you are old
And I am gone,
You’ll love the moon
That shines upon
My midnight grave,
Our place of tryst;
For though I’m gone
I still exist
In memory still;
The moon that shone
Upon our birth
Still shines for us
… when I am gone.
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