Shaft of moonlight,
Reflection upon,
Lapping waves,
Darkened nights,
Void of dawn,
Etched in graves.
Sweep the stars,
Dazzling points of the skies,
Dreams that are so close, yet so far,
The waning moon that dies,
Behind the smothered abyss,
A haunted, eerie bliss,
A lost, illusory gaze,
Awed by the starry daze.
It is then and there,
Though I knew not where,
That Sky’s shadow had fallen,
Who whispered a song of the sullen,
A calling to its solemn stance,
A drifting into its dire dance,
Only to be answered with its solace,
Reveries of silence that seem so flawless.














