The hour was nearing,
their parting―too soon
as shadows grew longer
‘neath the light of the moon.

He held her waist tightly,
and swayed to the tune
she hummed, oh so sweetly,
‘neath the light of the moon.

Two hearts separating
by war’s dreadful doom—
they danced their last dance
‘neath the light of the moon.

A flag-draped coffin
was sent home in June,
now she dances alone
’neath  the light of the moon.

             
         (Dedicated to our brave soldiers)

Tamara Hillman
©2006