Blank Moon

Upon this early night
Where song birds become still
Sweet melodies depart
Yet humming in dreams they fill

Of this brightly scented night
Where wonders and journeys begin
And the blank moon shines of white
The sea reflects of perilous life

Where upon we may die in the cold
But truly embrace it through warmth
For another story is to be told
As we welcome this lonesome moon

Which pleads throughout our hearts
Of demanding crimson love
And lost faded art
Which breaths within our souls...

12/25/12 ~ Erwin Jung