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Beneath a moon so

Cold it looks like glass

Fractured into a thousand pieces

And left scattered across

A dark starless sky.

It drifts lonely and

Filled with sullen,

bitter tears.

Haunted by memories

Of blazing star warmth

And a silky sunny embrace.



I've waited here too long

To worry about the time lost.

Or to leave,

And face wandering

Alone through endless nights

So dark that even

A moon as broken

And sad as the one above

Is desired company

So I will wait

For you to show.



Listening to the thin

Precarious cry of

The wind as it resurfaces,

Rerenders the desert.

A canvas of crumbling

Lines and mirage filled dust.

Sand dunes that climb

Sinuously like snakes

Over the graceful nightscape

Of moonlight, scattered

In its broken meandering path

Across the sky.