Wanton silence
And midnight bluesA gaze, a look,
And cheers to the moonA whisper of songs, or prayers,
Or truthsA shedding of skins,
And a tear or twoBy my lonesome,
Among ghosts of pastSome nights I wonder
Why nights don't lastYet, elsewhere, I wander
At nights like thisOf clearest skies
And a touch of mistWhy, it can't be missed!
So, did you see it?
The lights that outshine
The city kindRetracing what we,
Ourselves did findIn this ever wonderous
State of mindA moment longer,
This moment is mineOne by one, two by two
Makes me wonder if you count them tooNo first, no last
No win or loseDistance means nothing
If the answer is soonForget the minutes
Get lost for hoursIt'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.