shadows

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even as the evening drapes over our eyes
everything we carry falls to the floor around our beds
our sanity stops getting lost and just exists
and this society fades to black
the sky is a canvas to heal
the smoke filled air-our attonement
the noise-our safety
our souls reflected by the silver in the moon

we can stay here until the evening breaks
soft sunlight warms the tips of our toes
maybe it still doesn’t make sense
maybe it doesn’t have to
but we can let go of the shadows-
they are too heavy to lift

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in the safety of the moon

moon

Then she saw the night sky
it came to her
an unexpected stranger
with piercing eyes
left her bound between
delirium and disillusion
left her comforted by the silence
frozen ground holding frozen trees
frozen knees
she sank into the outline of a sky
a friend, a fable, an explanation
none like this
for her eyes were magnetically fixed
the outline of midnight
the howling of the moon
told her she must not be crazy
not be afraid

find reflections


sweet sky light
up the night
I watch a spider-
reflect the moon
intricate little steps
its legs shimmer in the dark
a moon and spider-
so unaware
the brilliance
they bring each other

so maybe tonight
I’ll think about
how unaware I am
to those I reflect
and reflect me

sweet sky light
up the day
I watch the weeds-
reflect the sun
dancing through the water
a spotlight catches their movement
a sun and some weeds-
so unaware
the beauty
they bring to each other

so maybe today
I’ll think about
how unaware I am
to those who bring out
my true beauty