I haven’t see the moon for awhile
It reminds me of her,
her pale, porous face
dotted with scars
that brightly slices through the night sky
surrounded by wisps of cloud and circles of stars
patiently waiting for me to notice
that she has been there since the beginning of time
always watching
promising her light
as it rises over water
raining silver beams on the surface
which ripple and quiver
and gracefully carry me
through until morning
and to the end.
blaak sheep 