Little Petals

Twilight weeps without a sky.
No wandering souls, no passersby.
Little petals on the ground
I have never found...
When will be the day I die?

No more face upon the moon.
Tomorrow’s death; tomorrow’s June.
You are the sweetest beauty
Most wait a life to see.
You are the hope that lives in me.

Tell me secrets set in stone.
I feel so crowded here alone.
The tricks my mind can play
From the words they say
Without voices; without tone.

Twilight weeps without a sky.
No beasts or shadows lie.
All that my heart used to do
Feels so new with you;
In this night of starless blue.

© 2020 Marten Hoyle