omeans

The moonstress weeps, as eyes cry open,
His darkness lost, in realms -thefts token,
Divine spake words,
left here unspoken,
True bearing screamed, 'gainst silence broken.

A whisper just away, a shattered sky reflects,
A thousand glowing embers
of a worshipped cigarette,
And though it seems so dark,
that night you will forget,
Meaning is not found,
'til lost whereuponce was spent.

Dawn hath upon thee fallen, beyond thy mean's wretched reach,
Echoed come thieves' stars riding,
girt be new the suns preached,
So await you lights naked ending, for you know dreams will
re-invent:
Night-time - the forgotten navigator, the slipstream of
enchantment.