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.
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