Drawing Down the Moon:

Each night births

A new morn,

As I rise to face

The blaring sun

With this old

Breath in my

Empty chest, longing

Fills my soul

Each hope, darker than the last

Each breath, reaching for the past

Each beat of this cold heart the darkness grows

What night births

A finishing hope

A brief light

A light for

The new days

Each hope, darker than the last

Each breath, reaching for the past

Each beat of this cold heart the darkness grows

The new days

Have all but

Forgotten me here

In the lonely

Nights, the thickening

Mists that swirl

About the moon

Each hope, darker than the last

Each breath, reaching for the past

Each beat of this cold heart the darkness grows

As your memory

Haunts my nights

And my days

As the rain

Fills this ground

That feels so

Much more welcoming

Than your arms

Each hope, darker than the last

Each breath, reaching for the past

Each beat of this cold heart the darkness grows

As the sun

Fades, and falls

So very fast

And the rain

Pelts down upon

My upturned face

Each hope, darker than the last

Each breath, reaching for the past

Each beat of this cold heart the darkness grows

As each wet

Star glitters like

Broken glass in

The heavens above

And the moon

Covers herself in

The crying clouds

I reach out

My heart, my

Soul to that

Brilliant orb there,

Drawing down the moon

As each hope is darker than the last

As each breath reaches for the past

Watching now, as with

Each beat of this heart, this darkness grows