I watched the moon rise last night

the sky screaming spectacular

couldn’t feel a thing tonight

just wanted her near me in the clear.


I felt the pangs of loss in the sky

owls lauding in a preserve in song.

I knew the sound would ask me why

what had I done, where might I belong.


I couldn’t help but want to cry again

wishing only that I might be wrong

If every moment I’d felt had begun

a new mantra, a settling soul in song.


These quiet moments under the moon,

would be lost in the shadows too soon.

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