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.
Fatigue has found me
Through my resting elbow and
my head on my hand