The old moon has crumbled
Into stars
There is nothing left
To hold the sky together
I watch it from behind my hands
Feel my bones strain
Under the weight of it all
Waiting for the mountains
Of the moon to fall
Soaking up the darkness
And the light
Steadfast in the silence
Of the mysteries of night.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
I really like this one–beautiful language and images.
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