Your arms tremble as you fiercely gather
Weeping wishes in a dry valley.
You’re a wanderer weaving an aching womb
Between know & echo.
Startled like a grebe
Crashing a wake,
Throbbing with blurred sorrow,
Yet without a song.
Tag: poetry
Night’s End
Simple moon shard
Passing from view;
The fine music
Gathering my muse.
Shine for an instant
Then sink softly
As day imagines
An echoing world.
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