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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