August 2018

Having rarely looked when the sky held you.
With the stars aligned on that cosmic pew.
Rushing I fell. In getting up, I rue.
That heliotropism was all I knew.

The shades we mistrust. The past we peruse.
Those moments, like an odd glamour miscued,
Is my obstinate wall lowered. Confused.
This lunacy that a full moon imbues.

Our lives in tandem, our hushed breaths subdued.
The lives we nurture, the hopes we pursue.
All coalesce, unhindered, in this view.
Longing for this half moon I never knew.