I think the loneliest souls are the
One's who tip toe in the sleepy night
Skipping from rooftop to rooftop,
Whistling to a cloud if there's any like
A carriage that hadn't' wait,
You borrow
the moon
Not in small loads but in full, sometimes half
If it's a share with a person or a stranger
That's hours and miles away across mountains
And rivers streets to windows,
You borrow the moon,
just for the night
When all bones are stretch and lids shield delicately
Down not keeping flight but sinking into a dream,
Penetrating into walls that blocks a view that's
Overlooked and not seen.
-ashes poetry
