The Moon leaned down to kiss her
I wonder if she feels it?
Its touch a distant light
Fading slowly with time
A million eyes of silver
Bare witness shining bright
A single flower in blooming
Yawns a work of art
Cold black skies unfold
Revealing a hidden canvas
Rumors paint the clouds
Exposing every detail
Soon they will Journey
Down Those cheeks so dear
Alone is named a lullaby
Stillness will be the song
Who can hear the dying call?
A voice is all but hopeless
Listen if you will
Believe if you dare
Thin winds are distant whispers
Translating a lonely night