The moon in my Window

The Moon in my Window

Some nights
I count
the waves
the moon draws
on my bed sheet
until I drown
in yesterday’s waters.

On those same nights
there will come a time
when my window
can no longer hold
the circle of light
leaving behind
nothing but darkness.

I’ll be far away by then,
floating somewhere
in between my subconscious
and the secret corners
of my dreams.

But for now,
I take one long look
at the beauty of her face,
admire the power her light,
that reaches across dark sky
and comforts my soul.

1 Comment

  1. beyond

    that first verse is so poetic and powerful. great imagery.


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