TEARS OF THE NIGHT 

By Nolan Moon

The morning shall I cried the night for I have died within the darkness

Created by the city.

Wasted by my own truths stalled by the morals of long dead kings.

Crying for the ebony valise night to take me along. Off toward the west, fleeing the dawn.

Wishing to ride in the folds of night's last breath, and sleep forever.
FALL CIRCLE by
Nolan Moon

Cry should the child tears of hope,

Laugh should the croon for her fears.

Lasting dates,

And withered roses

Loves long but past

Fearful of the union. Calling out the name of a dead child

Drifting off to the deepest of sleeps, but to return in the eyes of the newborn.