tends to our dreamslaying them downone by oneon the bursting stars
Lonely spectator to the open wound: That gem-soaked spiritcarrying the brave ones With crater eyes,she watches usOne side in the…
I am here,in the mist and the dark,and a little shard of me knowsI am stoned…
The moon sits low,
Above the trees,
The sun sets,As the sky burns, Crimson red.
I looked upon a starry nightWhile the full moon was in sightAnd saw poems written on the surface.They were…
I am the Moon, frightened by the night.
Dad bolted the shutters every afternoon, well before the sun had called it quits. He re-opened them every morning, and welcomed its…