When Moonbeams Die

[Silver WInd]

When Moonbeams Die

 

Listless moonbeams

melt away

they flounder and flutter

in dying gasps for air,

it would be quite the sight

to see,

if one would not be blinded

with the need to weep.

 

Oceans collected in each

single drop,

where sirens song heard

in every ill begotten splash,

leaving the stone to ripple

in each crack.

 

One would search for a meaning

only to laugh when they discover

there is none,

only these moonbeams

that no longer have their place

among the heavens.

[OxygenPlant]

I really enjoyed this. It made me feel peacefully sombre. In a way that was... soothing. Thanks!

[Silver WInd]

Thank you