The Moors. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

I am alive yet feel so dead.
I hear you tapping at the window,
as the wind howls fiercely,
while I am in my bed.
You promised never to leave me,
and yet you did.
You promised never to forget our love
or our adventures in our youth,
when we larked around the moors
and laughed to our hearts content.

And now you visit me in the dead of the night.
Is that out of spite.
I would have done anything for our love,
but you wanted more and drove,
a wedge between our hearts, our souls.

I live for the day that I can join you,
on the moors with the purple heather,
above us and the wind howling like it is tonight,
And you in my arms once more for all eternity.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .