It was to be a night of stars to see and clouds hung low to hide the moon

As black as the feeling stirring inside my soul I walked with you in the dark

Cold comes about me as the voice it rings so true with out our moon

Trinkets of angel’s flash upon my mind and the words come slow

Pathway lit in darkened dreams lost in the breezes old

Pen comes to life my pad scribbles show your face

Every word is hidden in my soul cold and darkness erase

Moon is hidden like the voice I take along with me as I write from dusk to dawn

Lingers of reflection from street light allows me a verse or two to see visions you in me

Ponder in the view of pure black coloring pages in gold names of age words waiting to hold

Robin red breast safe inside the nest wondering why this night I walk alone to our favorite spot

Black as night can be a mirror image I see of all the good left to live

No moon to share its glow no light to bring home the notion of song

Romance it still lives but in theist hour I give only verse to lonely sighs

Craft of mark and hold linger in the walk across the bridge to the spot heart signed

In wet grass I pull my marker free as words occur to me I scribble free once more

Moonless night brings some joy strange I feel no fright you calm me in memory once more

No angel wings do I hear or harps or carol sound only your whispers in my ears

In the black of night I feel and hold you tight though you are not here so strange and yet so real

It was in the early days when the wind and night do play the moon simply went away leaving me with your tears

Hold fast the moonless night for in its path we dream and scheme for days that leave the silence more than real

I have now seen the rest of peace and been blessed by the early understanding of God just before he created light

On fingers free that tempt me and allow me to share the vision of black a special feel for color gather between moonless and moon light

From behind the shroud the moon screamed out look at me

But black was all I could see colorful as the dream that allows me

I claim I am a poet heart carved on tree to names inside agree

But the moon hid its face as I erase lines of verse to thee