Pale Shelter
I am never sure!
The pale of moon sings
To the absence of birds
Her rings breathe
With waves of sensibility
Undulating before my imperfect stare
Through tears of solace rhythms
Without you
I am never sure?
Her solar voice lamenting
In the empire of purple vastness
Lost in love.......and lost in love
Beam softly in my sorrow
Burn radioactive
With arctic filled veins
My pain
In command
The paradox portend
My love
That has no end
But ends
I witness under the pale of moon
Once more....
I am never sure?
November 12, 2019
Pale Shelter Poetry Contest
Sponsor John Hamilton
Copyright © Lonna Blodgett | Year Posted 2019
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