Moonrise

No more demise of romance in the wind

There's a call that cues harmony, muses interwoven shine

A sanctity gets instilled by night

As the dark begets light

Frozen streams of blue rays through skeletal trees

Silent maelstroms of turmoil, still

For good acts are disavowed because of playing monkeyshines

with the holy,

They prayed and blessed me 

Oh, let the light arrest me

The holy light, finds of old treasure

that was buried...

deep within the confines,

the void of nether mines

of my heart

Garish, though it was

Now it's gray, uncertain

Undecided on love even as romance whirls

in the saline wind

Do I love the night that falls too quickly?

Like a woolen blanket that is thrown over

I see it as such

But, the moonrise does deliver dreams

The stars are as such

They glow and shine to the touch

Do not chase too much

For they fall, for they unravel

like a love story told by a burned heart

And my heart is growing bright

As the dark begets light

Finds of old treasure that was buried