(an ovillejo aubade)
..
She borrowed light of moon
…………too soon
to hold the stars above
…………with love.
And by the break of dawn,
…………she’s gone.
But in her parting song,
you’ll find a hidden line
that holds you just in time.
…………Too soon, with love, she’s gone.
..
Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 27.
always too soon…