Love's Many Moons

 

The thirties snuck in quiet, a sigh on the breeze,

Wrinkles etching laughter lines, stories on my knees.

Friends, a tapestry woven, threads of joy and tears,

Family, a steady drumbeat, calming all my fears.

But sometimes, at twilight, when shadows stretch and bind,

A whisper snakes in, a question for my mind.

"Love," it murmurs, a foreign, flickering flame,

"Haven't you a yearning, a heart to call by name?"

I glance around the table, at laughter echoing bright,

My sister's hand in mine, a beacon in the night.

My niece, a giggling starburst, spins in joyful dance,

Their love a sunlit meadow, a comforting expanse.

Then, mornings at the sunrise, bathed in golden light,

I find solace in the quiet, a different kind of right.

The rustle of turning pages, a symphony of thought,

God's whispers in the stillness, a peace for which I'm bought.

Perhaps it's not a fairytale, a prince upon a steed,

But a tapestry of moments, a love that's all I need.

The sunrise paints the canvas, a promise whispered low,

Contentment in the simple things, a love that helps me grow.

Yet, doubt, a fleeting shadow, crosses my sunlit way,

A yearning for a partner, at the end of a long day.

Someone to share the silence, a hand to hold so tight,

But then, the moonbeams answer, with their gentle, silver light.

For in the hush of evening, beneath a starlit sky,

I see the love that surrounds me, reflected in each eye.

A love that's fierce and patient, a love that understands,

A love that fills the spaces, held tightly in my hands.

The love of friends who listen, the laughter that we share,

The quiet strength of family, a love beyond compare.

The love of learning, growing, a constant, curious quest,

And God's unfailing presence, a love that puts me to the test.

Love, it seems, is boundless, a kaleidoscope so bright,

Not just a single story, bathed in moonlit night.

It's sunshine in the morning, a comfort in the rain,

The whispers of contentment, that soothe away the pain.

So, I'll embrace the journey, this tapestry I weave,

With threads of love and laughter, of dreams I still believe.

For love, it isn't singular, a constant, burning pyre,

But embers in the hearth, a warmth that sets my soul on fire.

And maybe, someday, a different love will find its way,

But for now, I'm complete, content, embraced by love each day.

In family, friends, and purpose, a symphony so grand,

Love's melody surrounds me, held gently in my hand.