4 Moons Till Rising

The soil dissolve, the sky is bleedingWords remain, but frozen unspeakableLying unable to moveEven my tears fail to comeNot am I wakeNor sleeping, but nearly deadThough I sense light before meI can not see it with my eyesAs if through darkened glass I sawStaring at a scene of never changing meaningFour moons till rising againAn etenity it seemsTomorrow - Will it ever be?Back and forth I dream as here lie as buriedThe eight-angled star - shine for meLight my path and make me feel againDrag me throughout the AbsuAnd place me if I still must here againLying unable to moveEven my tears fail to comeNot am I wakeNor sleeping, but nearly deadThe black shade in the mirror before meit makes me wonder in a vortex of thoughtsSo void it appears as I touch my soulit's darker now, still as in bloom in a spring of dying