Moon Cycle
incalculable times
encountering your face
radiant, resonant
introspection sparks my heart, as
melancholy takes out my legs
throwing me to the earth
to boot, brutal reverie
shovel in hand
covers me plainly in
a weighted, morass of clouds
only, brackish tears
nourishing release, liberation
scours away this self-imposed
earthen tomb
with new eyes
how you hover, hushed
graceful in flight
photo and poem © 2015 by DC Lessoway
Posted in: Philosophy, poetry
I was just listening to a book that talking about gravity and falling as the natural order of things. But how much fear we have of that. Thank you for your verse. http://lilypupslife.wordpress.com/
Thank you, too kind