How cold the moon.

HOW COLD THE MOON.
$neak.

Here I wait, enclosed by night,
searching for a satellite.
A single star, a million more.
A silver thread across the floor.
Soulless eyes conceal the past.
Happiness from sadness cast.
Defiant tears refuse dead eyes.
A barren world of muted cries.
Your image fades inside my head,
and every single word you said -
from precious lips that I would kiss,
such beauty, now, does not exist.
Send me this night a vision true,
a dream of hope, the girl I knew.
A warm caress, a laugh and smile,
a chance of living, for a while.
This night lamented by a sigh,
as summer shadows wave goodbye.
Street lights spew their toxic glare.
A sense of loss fights scented air.
How cold the moon in selfish sky -
serves only now to pacify.
A summers death, an autumn call,
like dying leaves, she jumps - I fall.

sneak