The moon descended into the lake.

I was carving for your glimpse, and sensations hit me back.
Somewhere the wolves were howling to call the Alfa of their pack.
Slowly and graciously, the moon descended into the lake.
Your delusion shadowed my soul, and the memories it make.
The night had started to engulf the mountain range,
Someone pilled the woods for the bonfire, promised to arrange.
The fireflies sparkled brightly to envy the starlight.
You came with the obscurity among the fog to hug me tight.
The chilled wind caressed my open and wounded scar,
Like the down came to soothe the darkness with its morning star.
The edges cried a thousand tears to hear our story,
But the sky smiled to know that the incompleteness was its glory.
The heart still mourned and was unable to stop the grief,
But the soul said once again, will be united in heaven. That’s a belief.