Moonwane (Repost)
O fickle moon!
caretaker of souls
who chase their dreams
across the heavens you
waver now, and waste away
in quiet desperation;
night surrenders to the light
and reveries fade.
O passionless pale face!
barely transparent,
bloodless as a failed rose
in the throes of dissolution.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009
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