Sounds Like Moon


A Stilfull quiet,
callous crusades put behind us.
Was this the beginning?
Or our end?

Light slicing through the darkness.
Suddenly, their she was.
My piercing Moon.

Shimmering,
Shining,
Singing,

Soothing the Sorrowful thoughts.
Silently, yet still Sleeping.
On those wooden floor panels.

Our panels,
Shifting to reveal meaning,
Moonlight finding purchase in,

the blood,
the thoughts of Sounds most majestic,
the last Scatter of Spit between my lips as I lay there

Finally, letting it all go.