Lacing the pre-dawn darkness
With infinite chastity and purity
Snuggling on a bed of morbid starkness
White orbs sparkling with clarity.
Straddling the day and the night
In the darkness of the prevailing gloom
"Teardrops of the moon" in flight
Dispelling dismal woes to doom.
In the dusky dimness an iridescent glow
Translucent moment held in transition
Of a dividing time that lets luster to flow
From a cabbalistic force to lucid ambition.
A fine balance between what was and what is to come
Dark strokes in the sky and dawn's pearly lightsome.