In Honour of the Night

The Moon Beyond Glass

On this night of a holy March...

I observe the flowers that have bloomed from a distance...

I open the window as wide as it can be...

hoping the warm breeze would bring me a faint scent of roses...

or maybe a little peace...

to tame the winter storm that still envelops my heart....

A heart as tender as a letter, kept safe to be delivered to its owner...

only if it did not decay on the way home...

I have waited so long for the werewolf moon...

placed as a glorious gem amongst the tide of stars...

Yet here I am...

standing on my own...

with no destiny but a window I cannot escape from...

with a full moon as far as my own destiny...

and a heart encaged in a memory...

a moment...