The lightening day.
Watching the coloured moon move
in and out of view.
The moon draws me in.
No dampened tissue of tears
to hold in my hand.
In and out of view.
A calm presence, the eclipsed
moon holds my fatigue.
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The lightening day.
Watching the coloured moon move
in and out of view.
The moon draws me in.
No dampened tissue of tears
to hold in my hand.
In and out of view.
A calm presence, the eclipsed
moon holds my fatigue.
a perfect night sky
watching the coming Eclipse
a wish to see Mum
we stand under the same sky
far apart, yet together