Wax Moonlight

The bite came bloodless, tearing away

at a dead soul in search of fire

somewhere in the cold night that covers all

What was lost was soon forgotten

as the shadows of a dreamscape

cast by moonlight so like that which falls here

and so like the melted wax candles we lit

to show us the path where leaders dare not tread

Where all is an ocean suspended over the stars

and the voices crying out are silenced

There is only existence where fire meets the sky

and down in the ebb and flow

only stillness in movement holds the night at bay

So tread water

Photo by Leigh Heasley from Pexels

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