Monday, August 21, 2017

8/21 monday

The moon, already on its journey across the sun, 
Shrouded that brilliant orb in transmutation,
Daylight to dusk.

And slipping into the warm waters under 
Those pin oaks, with sharp awareness of this 
Attenuated, lucent light,

Realized this strange, changes air has the same depth 
As on that last day when I walked out of time, 
Away from you,

Into another forever. 


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