She will not remember
\nher leave taking,
\nso I will remember for her.
\nThe shadows were falling
\nlike downy leaves.
\nEverything was preparing for night,
\nfor winter.
\nThe moon had come out for her,
\nno other.
\nOver the wide steppes,
\nthe forgiving forest,
\nall shined silver.
\nIt was her moon,
\nher solitary companion.<\/p>\n
She walked miles on the sidewalk,
\nall the cracks were counted.
\nShe took up the brooch of a leaf,
\nbrittle as bronze,
\nheld it up
\nand gave it to her father.
\nShe was in no danger.
\nThe moon loved her.
\nThe earth loved her.
\nI loved her,
\nand the sky
\nspread its shield of clouds
\nand loved her.<\/p>\n
Everything was hushed and quiet.
\nThe world was cleaning its rooms.
\nThe mountains tuning their cymbals.
\nIt is her time,
\nan honored guest,
\nher party.
\nEons of flowers and butterflies
\nhave crafted their jewels
\nso Gabriella will find them,
\ngive them her smile.
\nIt is the order of things.
\nThey are for her
\nwho by coming
\nhas made us happy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
She will not remember her leave taking, so I will remember for her. The shadows were falling like downy leaves. Everything was preparing for night,…<\/p>\n