Brief Eyes Taste the Dark

I love the nights where moonlight licks the outlines of clouds just passing by and white noise free runs across the cold Negatively re-enforcing darkness gentle thumbs Moonlights sorrow never sees tomorrow but beneath the nights deadly shade my sadness has a place to bathe When cold offers stolen ages that stop at you Leaves in the trees holding on to breeze Frozen words turn to mouth mist Strikes of rain traced in amber silents Picking diamonds chance Raise my face moon wards just to say hello