goodnight

in the willows i find

swaying softly, side to side

the barest hint of shadow

outlined in moonlight.

it sings a tune as it swings -

a crooning, quiet melody

witnessed by me and that great,

lonely silver eye.

where the moon, she weeps in starlight -

her blanket of night gives out

a thick, hollowing sob, and

wind catches like air in the lungs.

i am, broken like glass -

my heart left a long, bloody path

as i stare at that bending branch.

grief rises like the tide and i

can't help but sing along.