When the Moon Moves Rondine
When the Moon moves out of sight slow
it stages a nightmarish dream;
Your pulse jumps inside your bloodstream
with an irrational tempo;
Smiling like a jester although
you can hear every silent scream
when the Moon moves;
Closing your eyes is a deathblow
suffocated by the extreme;
With a blood curtailing moonbeam
can you truly trust your shadow
when the Moon moves?
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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