The heart's afire,
Voiceless it mutters.
The mind transcribes.
Consciousness
shudders.

Clouds are foreboding.
The eyes will leak.
The Soul in longing.
Unable to speak.

Words heard pointedly.
Memories are mocking.
The heart goes quiet.
It's tired of talking.

No ones listening.
At least not that one.
She arrives with the
moon.
And leaves with the
sun.