the melted copper moon
trickles down
the black night
and gathers in a puddle
on the floor
in a corner
of my room.

a test a tear,
and wonder if its too soon.

in the darkness
the minutes march
marking time
as it slips away.

somewhere, you wander too
where are you?

there's a place,
by the sea.
black stone walls
strewn around.

there is spray,
dancing in a moonbeam

and the silence of darkness,
full and heavy in my hand.

i remember the feel
of gravelly wet sand
i remember the hum of the waves
i remember the rythms of

Originally Posted at Prerona.

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