Just a Phase of the Moon

A false promise cascades over black satin in skies just beyond the midnight hour gone deaf. Silver strings play silent, old, memories waking a long forgotten orchestra once mute. The chant of heartbeats thump as thunderous thoughts churn crescendos of mixed emotions that scorch. The tails of fallen stars wag their cleft tongues and taunt for dead wishes of love to be revived. Such sad golden eyes are blind and yet still see all. Each lie dashes the truth and kills a dream. The truth is prisoner in lairs of midnight lies. Serpents coil around tomorrow's moonbeams. The ghost of deception binds the spirit but it's just a phase of the midnight moon; and me. This star will not fall from the midnight sky because it floats on confidence, not love; not lies.