Burning of the Moon
I stand alone Under the pitch black arms that are the oak’s shadow The heat of the sunset fades away Along with the vibrancy of Her colors In Her place, the night sky is rising Broken And oh so weary I’m not longer standing I have lost the connection I felt to that old oak tree Trunk and limbs gave me strength from the earth The sun has gone to slumber and the rays I soak in cannot sustain me So I sit beneath what no longer comforts me Unsure in this path forward Looking up I see the brightness … Continue reading Burning of the Moon
