descending moon for naught

Descending moon for naught
By james a. galgano

The stumbling stifling imperfection gathers its moss propelled forward despite
What has been claimed by inherent loneliness beneath the canopy of stars we cling tonight
One can almost hear choir of angels sing beneath where our hopes ring daily contrite
Among each falling domino which descends like our dreams into endless horizon might
Where we anxiously await hopes embrace often clung to forever like dear life
Which gathers every thought where we wait anxiously one day to forever be
Wrapped within the arms of such a prayer we daily implore like rain fallen eternally.
Upon our hopeful head and hearts extended aimlessly across endless sea we await
Even one reply which give us vainglorious proclamation to endless stars open gate
Swinging back and forth by every gust idle prospect will never disavow impolite
For fear such implausible platitudes may fall upon the deafened ears never we meet
Such reality would be heart wrenching tearing our hopeful tenderness incomplete.
Leaving our tears in company of wolves howling to the moon's distending disguise
Where forever in fear we would remain distraught by the silence within our eyes