Tag: poetry

Each day, grey hair falls from
a place once full of colours.

I am reminded of invisibility,
the way I fade into the light.

Within the moon’s darkness
I become increasingly visible.

The garden knows who I am,
and a soft breeze touches me.

The moon and I, we made
a pact of sorts
within the depths of the night.

She, the moon
takes my invisibility from me,
for words with her.

Our discussion ends by the
movement of many clouds.

A breeze becomes a wind,
to accompany the thunder.

The fallen grey hairs begin
their journey into the night.

I enter the house of words,
to travel the colours of sleep.

When the grey of day arrives,
from the moon-lit night,
our words will carry me along.