The night falls like rose petals upon the face of time
Each second passes in silence
Waiting for the next to takes its place
I hear music playing softly
Sailing across the meadow
Each wave carries a great sorrow
Each note a tear upon my heart
Leaves fall like amber dew, trees stand aflame in color
Autumn, a season of change
Time for me to leave
To pass away like so many years
To find a different path to take
Each second draws closer
The day is here
The day is here
I ponder upon those words
As my hands cross the infinite span
Conjuring up words and seasons
Images of love and fate
My words enchant the broken heart
Lifting the war torn soul
My soul is lost now
It has strayed from paths once there
Etched upon my hands are the words
“Here lies my scarlet life,
Here lies the sacred touch.”
Look now how they burn
Now black with ash
It pains my love to see the night
That darkened soul of mine in pain
It writhes in agony
Awakening the silent watcher
He stares in quiet suffering
Awaiting the end of all
The knife falls…
Moonlit Poetry 