In footsteps of the moonlight
slow gait my elusive dreams
skies, deep derided jewels spewing crimson
agaze, adrift, and alluring.
Death of beauty, fading silhouette
if oceans, white blossoms across ocean tides
steal phatoms of sea night horizons
when the moon is climbing gently,
when the moon is climbing in the shadows
and the eyelids of dawn
take flight at sunrise
depart my soul of flames.