nights of broken moons By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
on nights of broken moons,
memories of my one true love visit,
saying she would rather be homeless in the street
than the vapor in the hands of an unlocked lover.
as piece of the cracked emulsion
of our old photographs fall like snow at her feet,
she imagines herself dreaming nothing.
and somewhere there is night and long boats on the lake,
a nameless pulling in my chest that says;
she's returned and she wants to be yours again,
not the unlistening dust.
but wind stirs the rattling truth and it awakens me
and clouds come to censure the moon
and everything recedes back to the shadow,
except for her eyes.
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