A Heavy Heart

The moon is waxing over heavy hearts;
One to sigh, the other to laugh.
It buys time for us to part,
Making memories fade and heavy hearts.

The stars scatter the forefront of the sky,
Each whispers a story that I cannot hear.
Their laughter, like the stars is daunting,
It's the reason I stare into the sky.

The moon is waxing over heavy hearts;
It scatters your words, leaving me wondering why.
Your words paint murals in the sky,
Making memories and heavy hearts.
       DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com