The Faeing of the Moon

Gazing tonight at the moon
what did perchance I see?
Twas in fact your wearied
shrouded whole like in a tomb
and wreathed with misery.
Perhaps you indeed
have missed the cadence of
a gentle soul
who wishes only bright joy & love
for you
who carries on despite the toll
such selflessness does accrue.
These weeks apart do seem long,
their measure, meaning
impossible to construe
but the perfect meter of my song
lends itself as strength for you.
I do not spend a single day
absent of a love
real, aware & true.
Lil fae take courage now

the battle is nearly done,
I myself will sing your song with light
& laughter
that day when you have won.