When Now Stood Silent

When wonders arose

spoken philosophy

would we ever notice

moonlight again.


Standing on certain principle

would love really matter

if in the end,

a soul began to unravel


He might recommend

some nuance in compare

yet never would the moment

translate toward his delusion


keep in mind the word

meant clearly to aggravate

as in love we all sacrifice

what is real in fantasy


Only soft recall allows such beauty

When now sweet dream stood silent