Moonlight Becomes Her

A poem about loneliness and sadness

Moonlight Becomes Her

Moonlight becomes her
As she walks in the night
Counting lost hours
By the starlight
Slipping through shadows
Ever alone
The moonlight becomes her
As if its her own

Autumn quite suits her
As she kicks through the leaves
She wanders despondent
And inwardly grieves
The golden red russet
Floats down all around
Yes autumn quite suits her
Laying dead on the ground

Rain gently soothes her
As she wanders forlorn
The path in her mind
So very well worn
Waiting and watching
The solemn grey clouds
The rain gently soothes her
In billowy shrouds

Loneliness owns her
As she enters the gloom
When sunset has faded
In her heart-shaped room
Inside she is empty
So she walks out the door
And loneliness owns her
In moonlight once more