Waning Moon

The trees stand tall Giants cloaked in the deepest shadows Whispering with the docile voice Of the cool night breeze The wind plays softly In the ears of the deranged Using the language of past eons Never spoken with the tongues of man And long since forgotten By time and by space The music of the earth Felt but unheard Awoken by the gentle touch Of love's languished grasp The glow of the moon Settles on her feet And rests softly in her eyes As her tears fall silently Rising into the bleak night sky To form crystalline stars In patterns of unremitting sorrow Her resolve soon falters Hope slain by his touch She yields her shattered soul Into the waiting arms of Death And she becomes one With the fading incandescence Of the waning moon