As the bright light of hope burns red It sinks lower and lower taking away light The shadows dance abandoning bed I sit back and watch the darkness flight

The cold moon glow of a day gone It’s judgementsal eyes looking down A look of sincerity and regret like none I look at it and feel its pound

I miss the warm glow of hopes face. The fleeting sins of moonlight’s sake Send a chill at a ghastly pace. I look forward to the end of the fake.

My mind wanders in thoughts of warmth The moon hearkens with a cold blunt breath It’s shadows whispering about inevitable death And I sit my head hung low, in search of a warm glow

I struggle to sleep because I’m reminded of regret My mind is not blank with bliss, but dull with pain The moon looks down unwavering its intent I feel so low but the sun doesn’t show.

The moon is blunt and very cold A strong intent that lays frozen in snow A hateful thing most people say But the moon still glows ever steadily so

I open my arms and except my fate I’m human and not all things are done great I’ve done bad but my soul remains by a single thread in a barren plain; Most people fret while I withstand gods plan

Pain is a thing people flee from They flee to hope and light A place where false warmth runs Comfortable and boring be the days of no pain

The nights run free and wild A thing all people look for Till they see the first sigh of hail Flee they must to a warm false glow Once again their sucked near

The sun looks down and says”come and have whatever you need forget your sin all is small” The moon glares down and says”come my child in the frost of dawn see your mistakes and learn”

The Sun dipped down underneath my feet, the Moon tipping over my head Moonlight covered the snow and the sleet Sun’s shadows now darkness instead

Dragging my purchase through the cold slush Looking for sharp eyes in the trees No sound in here, not even a hush Still I dropped low and crawled on my knees

The Sun was gone now, her leave complete And the Moon stood fast in her stead Steady I moved, through cold and through heat Ignoring the buzz and the dread

But the buzzing got louder, the rush in my skull grew prouder to meet, MEAT. The scent of it strong in the crush. Crushing minds, crunching bones, his leave complete

Abandoned his senses, fight, flight and freeze, the Moon tipping over his head into much older senses, the kind that frees a man of the life that he lead

Gone is the man, as the Moonlight drips over his head Gone is the plan as he buries his snout in the red

flesh rending, tearing, ripping, staring. Staring at the prize at his teeth, it’s all that has meaning to this mind that is sharing But somewhere inside I still sleep

While the night passes on, and the lunar ticks know that soon she will come back once more. I know I’ll wake in a raw stew of bits He’ll take his leave, and she’ll take her’s as I was promised so, so many years before.

color drains around me stimulating enigma in my mind illuminating passion in my heart as i paint my first stroke on the canvas before my eyes a whisper approaches my ear do not fear for i am no different then you i am the mother of the night i am the moon

I stand upon this precipice Looking out over the valley of shadows The sun dipped down underneath my feet, The moon tipping over my head The sun beams radiating just below the trees
The moon white light shines upon me Darkness will soon envelope the valley But at this moment At this very moment The meeting of light and darkness Creates a beauty like no other

The sun conceding it’s light to the darkness of space and oblivion A peaceful wind blows over the mountain, A peaceful moment in the craziness of life The crisp wind grows ever colder as the sun hides And yet I still stand tall My love of isolation My love of quietness of nature My love of nature As the sun begins to fall lower The stars come out to say hello The night sky begins anew

The rocks under my feet, feel smooth and hard As the weather drops, the rocks begin to get cold Much like my resolve to leave this place The beauty begins to fade away But the peace never flees My heart stands against my mind My body grows turns to stone; As my heart wishes to remain But my mind wishes to leave, To preserve one’s life

Alas I must begin my departure, The fading light within the darkness The predators will begin to raise Awakening to hunt, I do not wish to be here The fear of painful consumption overtakes; The love of twilight Again, the preservation of life win Maybe next time twilight will win For now I leave to begin the tireless track Begin the dauntless week ahead Peace will come again When I travel here again

as I walked on the precipice between shadow and light stars dancing in the moonlit deep nothing felt more real than the crunch of my boots and the chill of the night

sparks swirled like petals crowned in red as the sky glimmered and glowed in a fitful sleep the sun dipped down underneath my feet, the moon tipping over my head

where the sky had no end and the earth seemed uncertain up seemed like down and both a cruel joke as if the void were a stage and rock just a curtain

in the golden hours when time hung by a thread as the moon whispered to the sun and the stars almost spoke I felt so alive I wondered if perhaps I was dead

As the Sun Dipped down Beneath my feet, And the Moon Tipped over my head, The dimming mirror Of this final Twilight Beckoned me to Gaze into the mirror within this Glimmering spectrum.

This day in passing, The 365th drop in the bucket, Is a current along my face As it ripples across the glassy sky.

What memories have I stored here? How have I grown Through accomplishment Or regret? What will I remember… Or forget?

the sun dipped down underneath my feet, the moon tipping over my head, the world had lost its balance, i was filled with an awful sense of dread,

because now the sun had gone into hiding, there was nothing left to save me from my fears, and the cold chill running down my spine, would undoubtedly reduce me to tears,

every day i sit, bask in the glorious sunlight, pick daisies, blow on dandelions in the fields, but the night comes to haunt me, and the beautiful silver dagger it wields,

it’s enough to cut me down to ashes, draw each lifeless breath from my carcass, only to be put back together when the sun comes up, into the light, away from darkness.

I knew then it was the end Not as the walls Crumbled to dust Regime capitulated Overthrown Not the fire nor the fear nor the lies

Silence grew deafening In anticipation Perilous impermanence Recklessly, slash and burn What preceded

In this new era Glorified with senseless words Poetry depicts the landscapes I once cherished Peace Twilight Sun dipped down underneath my feet Moon tipping over My head full of dreams

Fulfilled? Ephemeral They craved a destiny Out of reach Untouchable realms They sought to inhabit

Be careful what you wish for.

If i were to stand upside down on the bottom of the earth and be able to see through it to the top of the earth to someone else standing there. From what angle do i see them. Am i the one the wrong way around or are they upside down upon on the ground.

What way for me would the sun rise and set and for them would it be different yet. This is the point i try to make as the sun dipped down underneath my feet, the moon tipping over my head. Im spinning… Spinning… Spinning… Yet i stand still.

the light of a day gone beneath my worn feet. into cold dirt, she dies. and so rises her lover.

the shine of a night begun crowning my weary head. into warm sky, she thrives. and so falls her lover.