I wish the morning star could shoot a shaft As sharp as it is bright and pierce me through. I bet that that would take away the pain and cauterize my soul ’til it felt new. And then the world round me would start to clear And looking up I’d enter into light, But … Continue reading
The world in darkness I was hoping for moonlight It has yet to rise.
In love with moonlight I rush into the darkness drinking in beauty.
When I close my eyes, I still see the hollow sun bright, black-cored, empty.
Darkness in my soul, vanishes with the island, when I name it, Ged.