poem
Pale sun-rays fade like songs now forgotten,
as the shadows meld in sorrows.
Above the silver lining of mirrored clouds,
the moon shivers and squirms, and smiles upon the stars.
The night sky awakens from a long days slumber
undeniable as dawn and dusk upon the still horizon.
Nature weaves a union, that always
keeps cadence with the heartbeat of the wild.
Let me stand and drink upon the sky.
a witless waif, bedevilled by the harvest moon,
I fall victim to nightfall’s spellbinding dismay.
Another day passes that I want to erase.
Darkness there, and nothing more.