The moon is a silent and weary partner

The moon is a silent and weary partner
Its cold light a steady mother

to my alter candle

The flickering image on my table
Is like a child
struggling for sleep

 

The moon and I agree to forget memory and roses
Waiting is the practice

of remembering hope

We are like souls, the moon and I

© 2018  Jay Cravath

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