Tonights moon-gazing brought about this, in the absence of the moon: Hope there is a dark hole where you should be— a hole in the sky— a hole in my heart— and a blackness that eats joy has crept up from the dying embers of your blurring face— snatching reality— and leaving only in its place— hope. in the night sky you have left a void—trailing silver clouds and a promise— only a promise of filling the void in us— an unbreakable promise— but only that. you have left us with a cloud-lined hole in the late-night sky— or a pink-lined window into the early-night sky— natures telescope—through which we watch as one star fades and another springs up— or as the moon lies hidden but only from death and emerges again— bearing endless life—
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 07:16:45 +0000
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