countless rose petals journeying swiftly under the moonlight sky
like insects, they hurled quickly through the air
to where the moon sets her eyes
never knowing what the end would be or the future to be
they flee to the silver light with their hopes and their dreams
flickering light opening the sea
words become dismal promise brought by the thrill of uncertainty
marching towards the uninhabited
reaching forward ceaselessly
only to make known what true tears will be.
sparkling eyes, flapping wings
a beatless dance to the moon colored witch
until they die, falling back to the mouth of moving darkness
bringing forth the endless swim of one’s dying feelings
inspired, compelled by one’s final tears.