Moonsong

there is a fire in the sky it burns, though pale and waning my somber heart and griefs depart midst heaven's weep, now raining ~ oh moon, you pull no tide ... as deep as what's inside ~ there is a flicker in the dark that trembles, bright, to fashion one dreamt escape that curving nape back roads that wind to passion ~ oh moon, you paint no skin ... more flamed than that I'm in ~ there is a glow in even's arc that whispers through the heather and sings to death with twilight breath those hopes for morning's weather ~ oh moon, there are no dreams ... not drenched amid your beams ~ there is a gold within the ink her moonlight eyes, soft-blazing that pulls me deep down to their keep those depths I've drowned, a-gazing ~ oh moon, there is no fur ... as soft as you ... on her ~ ( how you BOTH make me stir ).