buried

i won't sing you a serenade not because i don't want to on the contrary, my moon, i'm dying to convey to you how you complete my everyday how your simple smile makes  my complex concerns seem light how a glimpse of your fluttering hair  is enough to push me forward    when my knees feel faltering how just a trace of your chuckle  brings the warmest moonlight    to this cold, dark abode    in which i pass long winter nights no, i can't sing you a serenade __wisdom tells me my earthly arias must not fall upon your ears this unwanted drivel stays buried _not reaching your thousand skies _as a lone wolf howls blood at night so too shall i sing out of sight