Lambent Reflections
Lambent Reflections of the moon;
enhanced cries of a lonely loon
who sang a brief nocturnal tune
and i wished you would come home soon.
     But that is a dream from the past
     and lambent reflections don’t last.
     I feel my own end coming fast
     and a new big bang is forecast.
Eternity is a long time
and the full moon is in its prime.
You once made my life seem sublime.
Eternity and death don’t rhyme.
     I know how the lonely Loons feel
     for love is a very big deal.

      Walt Abbott–2-9-2009