still and calm

what are these screams? they are silent over obvious melodies and taunt and tease the senses.  the creep of the moon, its stars in tow, brings with it a veil of calm and stream of tears flowing abundant from the sky.  i would dam it if i could but heaven's stake holds more sway than mine.  you didn't have to let me go. consider the times when my arms were open and this heart was willing but my grace was received by feign and flounder and again the evening wraiths rode away with the good that only comes with sun and frost.