We stood in moonlight deep,

Eyes once praised began to weep.

I sleep, Grey Master, for I am dead,

I leave these lonely words unsaid.

Let darkness steal this love unkind,

And show me not; for I am blind.

Life - be patient to love’s escapes,

Watch as a heart crumbles and breaks.

A trusting fool, I know not why,

Such treasured hopes in woven lie.

Forever lost in this, deep and dark,

What was this strangeness on your part?

I asked the question with no reply,

The night fell fast as I did cry.

Our hours were numbered, our days done now,

Still I stood, heart beating somehow.

Had I known ‘bout this prison of pain,

I would never have sought to gain.

I’d swiftly left it as a mystery,

And never had known this darkness that’s come to be.

Never known the hole of despair in me.

~yvonne renee moore