The moonlight beams on this eve's hour
With eyes that colored the setting sun...

Closing eyes,
stifled yawns...

Days pass with hopes in vain
Confusions pouring, heavy as rain...

I have traveled far and wide,
befriended more than few...

A poem, with its words and metric rhymes,
knows no bounds, no space, no time...

First gaze held,
a word away...

Words of pain,
pronounced everyday...

Twilight approaches as leaf by leaf turn hue,
when night overwhelms soft embers to dark-gray...

Ice cream---cold as the lips I once kissed;
still, undeniably sweet...

You plead with drops of crocodile tears
whimpers of fake sobs and sighs...

How can you say, you love without doubt?
When many are left heartbroken, will that ever...

Instilled with simple formats of a limited mind
enclosed in a cage where potential once stood...