The Darkest of the Moons

The Darkest of the Moons

She wandered in the shadows
Of the darkest of the moons
With eyes no artist’s pallet could portray
Her vision of tomorrow
Etched on clouds of ancient runes
From wisdom found in secret passageways

She would not light the candle
For the shadows hide the muse
Where words beyond her beauty taste the rhyme
Her vision of the night to come
With pathways yet to choose
Can pause the sand cross pendulums of time

She could not breathe in light of day
Her breath dwelled in the veil
Where conjured brew lies hidden neath the vines
Her vision of what midnight brings
Of love in moonlight’s braille
Will pen her shadowed passion tween the lines

She lingered in the shadows
Of the darkest of the moons
Like portraits borne of Michelangelo
Her vision through the crystal ball
Of wings from scarred cocoons
Has found what’s beautiful beneath the snow

Michael33

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