slouching

slouching

Hello there morning, my long awaited love

the meadow is shining with the moon’s tears and autumns frost

the willows weeping held nesting doves

as the wind crept in between the branches whispering forget me not

the subtly inviting--this stumbling on

but the discourse of night will take us further from where we’ve come

I prayed for forgiveness with my every breath

for conversion poverty, discovery, a purpose

I’ll build you a home with the sand that has been weighing me down I said

but

I leave

with

the

tide

,

goodnight.