Moon Before the New Dawn

Tree—tree of life, yellow, bending low
Roots entwined with secrets below
Adam’s riddle, buried deep
Bears no fruit, yet dares to speak
Of The Moon—the Moon, it sighs,
A silver specter in the skies.
Over a City That Does Not Sleep
The City listens to Eve’s children weep.
A shadow on The Balcony
She sings a Ditty of Desire—
Soft as footsteps fleeing past,
Bright as a fleeting funeral pyre.
Farewell, to the Dark we make,
The Dark taste the loss of things unnamed.
The child has left—the breath erased—
A dawn where only sorrow wakes
Unforeseen, yet sharp as blades,
Sorrow cuts the heart where longing fades.
If My Hands Could Defoliate
They’d strip the leaves from the tree of Fate.
A Lament For Landscape, turned to stone,
The morning spills, the earth is thrown.
And in a waltz—a genesis tune—
Death dances lightly before the moon.
He died at dawn, the records say,
His name now lost, his debts unpaid.
A shutter slams on a Window, high
A star dissolves into the sky.
Yet listen—Nocturnes singing in the air,
Soft as waves in Peaceful Waters.
Love returns in variations,
Faint romance of Luna’s daughters.
O The Sweet Complaint, so sung,
By faithless lips where laughter rung.
The leaves are plucked—and Eve’s breath,
Sings to gypsies, sings to death.
And where the wind runs, pale and cold,
A child stands mute, no words to hold.
While in the dust, with eyes like fire,
An Old Lizard dreams of days entire.