Sunday, 19 July 2009

the moon stills, tall above
wailing at the stars
for peace.
Its movement slow and enigmatic
slowly it curdles
set against a darkness
of faded light.

Its voice hangs silent, its pose replete
as the stars begin to fade
and so to it,
absorbed by only one star
breaking a blue amber sky,
moving it away from my eye.

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