Sunday, March 29, 2009

The Night When The Moon...

The night When The Moon...

Edge of night

comes swiftly

spill of birds, multiplying.

Grey erodes the ground.

Hair, soft as light

Back turned to the glowing street

Where water shines, clean.

Rain sends echoes through the windows of the slowing cars that pass.

Enter into my world and see

how quickly rain can fill

the hollows of my soul.

She told me to stop crying

One day I would wake and find

purity in the unclean

life would surpass destruction.

I have tried out-running my own fears,

silencing my wavering speech

But like a wall of darkness

harnessed with every evil

She finds me

Hidden and sleepless.

Cupping my face in my hands

Legs pulled tight to my skin.

I watch shadows form on the face

of every moving thing.

The earth breathes under me

I seep these hands in dirt,

grief weighty on my shoulders,

years of toil buried deep.

I am illuminated dust

fractions of truth.

Resurrection of the void

could delay these closing eyes.

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