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.