Wanton silence
And midnight blues
A gaze, a look,
And cheers to the moon
A whisper of songs, or prayers,
Or truths
A shedding of skins,
And a tear or two
By my lonesome,
Among ghosts of past
Some nights I wonder
Why nights don't last
Yet, elsewhere, I wander
At nights like this
Of clearest skies
And a touch of mist
Why, it can't be missed!
So, did you see it?
The lights that outshine
The city kind
Retracing what we,
Ourselves did find
In this ever wonderous
State of mind
A moment longer,
This moment is mine
One by one, two by two
Makes me wonder if you count them too
No first, no last
No win or lose
Distance means nothing
If the answer is soon
Forget the minutes
Get lost for hours
It's a funny thought that we're under
The same blanket of stars.
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Ecotone | 2021
PoesieMoving on from a year in Ecotone. Some things to leave behind in 2021. The best and worst of words.
