there is no color under the light

of the moon, except in the halo 

ringing around her.

 

the path lies directly ahead, 

 

even in the moon’s light it 

completely surrounds her

 

Every scene a reflection, afterimage of 

what was

 

before, a constant link to the chain around her pale

soft flesh:

 

a chain in the links of time from present 

 

to past 

 

to everything in between. the passings 

of clouds 

 

fills me with a peace like no other

 

i feel myself into the sea, osmosis 

for the pain

 

saltwater tears season my temples

after a recognition of a long lost presence

 

                        We do not see her in the light of the sun--

 

even still they exist in the same sky in a blissful balance like no other.

 

the clouds envelope her, presence in perpetual motion 

    a glimmer atop a vast glass of ocean, geometric 

yet, still flow in 

    the stillness of the night 

 

Cloaking, the sounds in the deep 

 

                        Is there color under the light of the moon?

Let’s wait and see 

Until the light of the day comes

                    to interrupt                

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