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Lunar Eclipse

26 May
When the music ribbons 
between ancient watches of the night
only your face brightens my gloom, 
for the moon becomes a child's smile 
piercing the mute darkness.

The winding seems to be hemmed by bogs, 
snarling roots and vicious night shadows elongating,
but then her vine clings true
making empty pretensions subside. 

The climb seemed elating, 
the sinking rut seemed bitter, 
but only as we were.

You became the night, eclipsed by yourself, 
while his leaves were dotted with distilling drops--   
that you may need.



 
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Posted by on May 26, 2021 in Poetry

 

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