new moon, new moon, I hail thee!
by all the virtue in thy body,
grant this night that I may see
he who my true love is to be

her love stands at shore
and paints a quiet glimpse
waiting at the crest
inks an ocean's skin

with eyes spilled on the sky
he lingers on as mist
on crumpled ends of time
in tangled moments lives

her gleaming lucent sight
for such a dream as this
his journeys beg a wait
behold the silences

find me not for i am past
the promise of your heart
hear me not when silence does
dig our nights apart

trust me not when i do swear
upon a tranquil light
sing into the wilderness
yearn your tender sight

seek a snowy yesterday
to memories resign
as the ocean's secret vain
fathomlessly lie

slenderly ignore the taste
of penitence awhile
bury my brazen shallow songs
all up in tearing skies

if blowing blooms of dust desire
veil vermins fleetingly
play and pose as puppet hands
hunt and yet haunted be

for the sake of love suspire
swig in a morning dream
until your soul's a raging fire
please stop loving me

closer than a shadow
in moments retraced
she eclipses the night
gravity prevails

when all you seek is gained
dreams sated at last
when life is all but done
flip the hourglass

is there a reason why dreamy voices spill out
of every breathless breeze tracing
the mystery of her fragrance?

what causes the moon to yell its name into
a golden softness of her aura
permeating my desires?

why does the sun set fire to the tranquil sea
whenever her eyes shimmer down to
daring depths of allure?

where does the beckoning rhythm of gentle chaos
lead into a pool of humble familiarity
drenched in swirls of art?

why do cold nights whisper her prayers while lullabies
sing to the rolling raindrops upon eyes
in a season of romance?

how does the turbid murkiness of her silence
shake my soul as raging roaring tides
wrapped around a noise of lies?

when do scared footsteps of gripping regrets mould
a future laid upon mortified ashes
as snowflakes lost in blizzards?

and above all..

how does it all end for the both of us?

in fires of its breath
gardens with misty wings
be left upon the stars
which ashen mornings bring

a sight of heavens rich
the golden rain of old
from corner of the eye
through sieve of drowning souls

as wet of earthen stories
she drinks away the hours
broken but gentle still
volleys the passing showers

and wistfulness of past
the summer's broken dream
as pressed love in pages
may haunt a roses' sleep

to lip a life's desire
destined to bleed the night
which husky secrets share
do spying ears of time

i lean upon the frame
of tender springs unseen
behope the oozing light
through rosy tinted screen