The moon sends shades of silver
down as slivers white, more barren
Is their cry now that the fields
lie tarnished, in an ever-silvered night.
pin pricks pierce the descending void
reflections of sparks from a she serpents scales;
as she wends her way through a tormented sky.
Broken-tumbled, still with dreams eerie glow,
I wake to walk the parapet.
A tune filters in from below
so faint and how like sorrow the plaintive
notes lie strewn about
glowing flower petals, bleeding of timeless
I waft away in sighs blown to and fro
by draw of wistful bow.
Traveling across a tumult river,
still I am flying low.
I turn to kiss the Nixie Queen
strolling by my side.
But she dives into the streaming music
I watch as the ripples subside;
and contemplate the damsel
who haunts with shimmering life
She who seeks to return me to the light.
But though with her the moon is brighter, still
I cannot hope to resist the chill of ever darker still.
So very still.