Mahogany moon

Through the mist of unspoken words, and the haze of those unthought,
Through the reflection of a few forgettable dreams and the scent of those that rot,
An echo is heard, of voices submerged, in the oceans of passion unfelt,
A melody is freed from the reveries, of some lavished memories and of those withheld.

With the mahogany moon of fleeting nights and the stars of those unspent,
With the reluctant dawn of lingering days and the twilight of those that end,
An hourglass is formed, of time unadorned, with dunes of words unheard,
A sigh is released from the heights, of some denied tides and of those unbarred.

-- By The Word of Wisdom in my life...