MUSIC FOR SALE

The laughter that you
Heard today
Was a trick to
Make you cry
The moon above
Three quarters full
Is hanging in the sky
It’s all you have
And can relate
To brightness as
It calls
Eight more nights
To pace yourself
Until the darkness falls

The midnight owl
Is at his post
Intent to get its prey
Treetops whisper
Silent moans from
Ghosts of yesterday
Breathing in the
Twilight mist
The breath of the unborn
A bond with heaven
In the night
A promise
Not to mourn

A waning crescent
Follows me
Deep into the mist
Alluding to an afterlife
That once was reminisced
Was holy in it’s deity
A predicate to die
The fear of being turned away
Was only just a lie

The moon begets darkness
Asleep with the night
For those who seek solace
Away from the light
Much more to the meaning
To follow each day
As sun reappears
And moon slips away