in the blue
hours of beginning
darkness grades
the anxiouss to real fear
makes creatures
no more want to bear
the unknown in the air
white moon appears
in darkest night
to be a faithless guide
keeping hidden behind
an illusion of real light
the phantom of a mare
looking like a master of disguise
in waking of the dawn
in golden shades it is plain
no worries justified
nor needed in the end
for what has arisen on the quiet
cannot meet the eyes
of loving lifes embrace