When the dark settles in
And fading letters of long past
Loves, sit in the moonlight
With their reminders so vast

Pour upon your soul memories
Of the past, that flood into the
Now and banish all sleep making
Your mind thrash like the seas

Wonder where your love went
What does she do now, where does
She spend her days? Do you wonder
was she worth all the tears...

You have spent?

--
JW

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Phaestian, in the year 601 AF.