Monday, 14 November 2016

Tantrum Moon

Back strapped to the black
Of a midnight throw
Tantrums ease the restless moon
Wake from silent worlds of endurance
Obedient, by nature

The moon climbs
She climbs
The deepening skies
And she opens
She opens
Her swollen brown eyes

Back strapped to the black
Of a tired song
Moonlit exposure
Lights on her tongue
And the memory of tears
Escapes in exhale
Into the naked field
Thoughts run on end

The moon climbs
She climbs
The deepening skies
And she opens
She opens
Her swollen brown eyes

Back strapped to the black
Of the tantrum moon
And the blue wind carries
The memory of tears
And the bright night spots
Her lover's grave
Still visited and adorned
By his faithful slave

The moon climbs
She climbs
The deepening skies
And she closes
She closes
Her tired brown eyes


My Journal- 2003
Written in the mountains, many moons ago


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