The moon adorns her bonnie bride
With veils of wind and rippling lake;

Cold fingertips, blind eyes, sealed shut;
My oath to keep; your word to break.

Pretty people don't lie, my love;
Murdered hearts don't feel but pain.

Your eyes saw me a stranger, love,
A stranger never to feel again.

Tears shine where silver letters shone;
Stone memories, lost; 'neath the tree,

I await you, love, my life in the past
And a fistful of stars for you and for me...

                                              ~Wordsmith