Friday, January 13, 2012

mourning heart

the moon’s heart is made of silver

lined with the etchings of the sun bridled dawn

relinquishing the waters of tomorrow’s sorrows

she hears all cries below her

she watches over them all

wandering over the next rise into yesterday’s mourning

1 comment:

  1. Your stuff is always awesome but this one struck some sort weird spot for me. Wonderful!

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