The Moon Knew Us Well


When the lights are searching my pockets of darkness
Those words that frantically chime in your ear
They are still alive, they knew me well
I told them, you were a whisper
That woke me up when the wind would not shake my body
I pull out the blisters and rise again
Fairly standing towards the face of the moon that softly cradled us
I stare at my feet, then counting the letters scrawled on the pavement
I fall in tune to the ocean crying
Holding up my hands to be swept away
I falter, those eyes blindly swaying from left to right.
My lips move, I taste the salt
My eyes cringe. I taste the rain.
My legs dance. I fall back down.


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