Oh what a moon
To behold;
Shining,
Shimmering,
Gold.
Starlight piercing
Teardrops bold,
A town is silent
And age is old.
Night lets down
Her vertigo hue.
Our pool is golden
We are
Too…
Oh what a moon
To behold;
Shining,
Shimmering,
Gold.
Starlight piercing
Teardrops bold,
A town is silent
And age is old.
Night lets down
Her vertigo hue.
Our pool is golden
We are
Too…
All that has left
So silently,
Wanders among weeds,
Savors sweat as wine
And carnal company…
What of the eastern sun
Which never sets?
What of the whispered tongue
Upon a lovers lips?
All that has left,
Parted with the wind,
And the warmth beneath
The dearest wing.
Sing…
Sing…
Sing…
What of the eastern sun
Which never sets?
What of the whispered tongue
Upon a lovers lips?
I know love
Lets no wicked rest.
And I know grace
Weighs heavy
Upon my chest.
My love for you
Is a ray of light,
Cantering through
Warm passages
Of a forgotten woodland,
Grazing upon a sweetness
That is
A whispering world.
There it will be
Yet after the death of wind,
After all has withered,
After Heaven,
Welcomes home,
Her children.