The sky screams, sending shards of light
As if the light of a thousands suns was
Bleeding through the hard black wall of night.
The cracks in the wall though hidden from sight
Oft herald the fall of wavering faith
As they shrink from the gathering dawn.
Somewhere a rooster stirs and the Moon
And all her sparkling ladies in waiting
Surrender softly to the silent song.
2001
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