Crescent

Sometimes words are just echoes

Of our inner fleeting emotions

Sailing over waves of vastness

With no place for our hearts to port

As wave after wave we break

A little deeper and a little harder

Until salty numbness finally sets in

But nights seem the cruelest of all

Even our shadows escape somehow

Between the ripples and sun gleams

Leaving us alone; fend for ourselves

Amongst ghosts, goblins and reality and the last place we want to be

Is facing a mirror… filled with tears

.

Poet of the Light (c) 2022

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