Treasure Island

Autumn Winds

(July 22 1993 / Sanfrancisco, California)

The Stars Quell


The stars quell and shiver
The wondering eyes call
With silence as the clock strikes midnight
Do you hear the sound?
It reverberates through

Under the water
The moon shifts and sways
While numerous things pine away
Her secret
Kept locked beneath the bane

What light brakes through
The dark clouds shadow over
Yet the dream is palpable
The hunter watches from afar
Why waste the breath?

It doesn't solve the problem anyway

And she stands and watches
The stars quell and shiver
Enclosed in an endless sky
As the clock strikes midnight.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Sunday, April 28, 2013
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