There was no wind 

No sound
Not even a whisper could be heard that night.
Even stars seemed to strain against the weight of the waiting moon.
Each night they waited.
Hopeful for just the smallest glimpse of her,radiance before slipping back into their darknness for the night.

Hold gently my dear for my heart is tender my mind weak and heart heavy.

Take gently in these hands of thine, I’ll take yours, if you take mine.
The End.
B. 2016