Tag: poem

this cold and quiet deserves our love

blinding lights crows police the peace

sea eagle lures the storm away from the coast and into the belly of the concrete beast

the autumn moon dreams of becoming human again

this cold body in a constant state of drizzle

not an angel but a white butterfly dancing in the drizzle

the morning after light rays shredded by the razor teeth of rough tides

a hunger so cruel even the moon runs from i

freed from umbra the moon paints her face red

blood moon even the crows dare not speak