True Phases Of The Moon Poem by BroKen FisT

As the Moon begins to wane
we look forward to a new day.
As the times change
my love will never fade.
I am here to stay
and I'm never goin away.

The candle of the lost burns,
dripping away wax.
As the tables turn,
the only substance my heart lacks
is the waiting of yer return.

I am that candle.
Cold, hard and waiting fer the presence
of yer life giving light.
Place me upon that lonely mantle
and kill my loneliness tonight.

Only with time
we will find
love one of a kind
and surely you will be mine.


As the Moon begins to wax
the past starts to fall.
But as a matter of a fact,
the future hasn't even begun at all.
As the layers of our love stacks,
time begins to rub us raw.

The candle of the lost still burns
dripping away wax.
As the tables turn,
the only substance yer heart lacks
is the waiting of my return

You are that candle.
Yer fire shines so bright.
Waiting fer my darkness
to give night to yer light.

Only with time
will we learn,
our love is one of a kind
and one day I'll be yers...