Isadore
her lover took her by the hand
leading her to places
she’s never seen before
sounds from the inside inaudible
feet kicking as they scale uphill
there are higher places to climb
than here he tells her
pointing to a pale moon in the blue sky
day surrendered to the stars
her lover reminding her of that night
when nightingales sang lullabies
and wildflowers covered their eyes
there are higher places to climb
than here he tells her
embracing the beauty of their heartbeats
morning arrived and she boarded
the hot air balloon
sailed away weeping and waving
her lover cradling a silent child
promising her all the world
would one day know her name
may two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Author’s Note:
This poem loosely based on the song of the same name by Incubus
Click here for youtube video with lyrics
jdubqca 
Wonderful and sad.. the end is devastating for both.
Thank you for comments on this piece, Björn.
so sad and beautiful.
thank you margaret