Moonbeam Chatter

Unheard

Suliman Sallehi

Clouded glass with a blue cast is this month’s moon.
Silent in the still of frigid, Feeds my sadness.
Timeless beneath stars twinkle.

I am another of its owned shadows.
Captured, in cutout, one-dimensional.
Unaware, uncaring, unmoved.

Anything but unfeeling.
Lay upon the glisten of untouched snow.
Like branches and shrubbery, a part of the backdrop.

Another unnoticed shade of charcoal.
Against the moon’s lattice, I am flat in comparison.
Pale against its blue, luminous blanket.

Bathing, our eyes.
Chilling, our souls.
Until transparent, beneath its grandness.