I never thought that the

waning moon would break my heart

and crush what remains of my soul

Never would have I imagined me

telling my mother of

tales I told Her once.

Only my skeleton remains;

kindly keeping me ablaze.

I'll awaken to ashes and fire and

lullabies, lulling my

Lover to sleep.

My soul is

yearning for Hers.

She doesn't

even know I

lover Her more than

flowers care to grow.