Bare Trees Cry & The Moon Doth Wane

“Bare Trees Cry & The Moon Doth Wane”

Bare trees cry and the moon doth wane

Her heart a whispering trail

Leading the lonely into the black night

On secrets that none may tell

The night owl calls, the lone wolf listens

A howl buried in his throat

The great mistress calls down from the sky

While he shakes his heavy coat

Her red feathers rustle in the night breeze

As she rests on dead branches above

To the forest her call is but a syllable

But to him it’s every confession of love

She says “fly with me tonight my warrior soul”

Her eyes read his nocturnal prayer

“Run with me across the hills my queen

And together we’ll be everywhere”

‘Tis sometimes true creatures of the world

Soar and ride wild with the wind

But all of us love and dream of the day

When we can be as one again

And if you listen to the night when she is at rest

In the quiet sleep while others are frail

Bare trees cry and the moon doth wane

Her heart a whispering trail

© Paul D. Aronson. All Rights Reserved.

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