• oceanlightcollide 9w

    Nightalk

    The beauty of the dark
    the moon unveils,
    where mysteries are sought
    and thought prevails.

    When trails we trailed
    gave us thrills.
    Should time curtail,
    shrills fill our tales.

    Loom over clouds of steel
    Reel in feelings of gloom
    Moon where are you?

    Hush my dear,
    clear sky awaits.
    As moon takes the bait
    Our tracks will stay.

    ©oceanlightcollide