umbras

By Sian Alexia

 

Shells linger, long limbed night

reveals what you have sheltered.

We turn away from Greatness

as the moon so restless waits

 

for light, once beheld

now looked upon with

whimpers.

You asked rough and I have answered

Not be;

 

To not be

thus, this. Untamed

and ill rendered,

alone to the lights and the caresses.

So near

and dear

 

At once unkind and nourishing

 

Shells linger, long limbed night

reveals what you have sheltered.

As we turn toward a selfless phrase

the moon so restless waits.

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