Blood orange moon

I have walked for a thousand years,

And passed you time and again.

As we stumble through the dark together.

I have known you forever;

I know you now

Lying inert, wondering where and when.

I offer you my desiccated heart

But you turn your head,

Inclined to the waning blood-orange moon on the rise.

I am despicable, I know

But still you linger.

With sand and water and doubt hanging in the air.

I am a trick of the light

And so without words

Your gossamer-veiled thoughts illuminate my soul.

You lie in my wake

While the world rusts and melts.

And my septic tongue is quiet for a time.

Copyright, Bryan R Ward 2008