There Is a Moon, I Have Seen It

Alone, the television muted Thoughts float about on shadowed wings Faces with moving mouths appear, nothing is heard My mind collects itself, slanted views Trading happiness for solitude, beneath spinning blades Not sharp, but constant like minutes Time teaches unwanted lessons erasing chalkboards and creating dust There is a moon, I have seen it, felt it, reached out to touch it It lit your face and I knew from that moment... why Who cares what color they say is in, black is here in the silence It flows effortlessly like satin, stitched in memories and dreams It tints the windows reflecting truth Showing what has become, glassed over situations Blocking the moonlght, shuttering desires Burlap trajectories crashing beyond the horizon Fabricated realities for those awake or those alone There is a moon, I have seen it Then it was gone