The Promise Of The Moon
The moonlight filters down through nights' soft black.
It whispers of twilights' prolonged embrace
And tells of lost dreams; once gone, never back.
Among the silver streams entwining grace,
Flit glowing moths and dust of falling star
Forever intertwining in the dance.
Light gently kisses the flow'rs from afar
Caressing their leaves in a nightly trance.
Dusting the crumbling stone of ruins gone
Lie the broken mem'rys of tomorrow.
The moon swept wind whispers its solemn song.
The melody; a lingering sorrow
Upon the air it carves an ancient rune,
An invisible promise of the moon.
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