the moon weeps
the air filled with sullen tears
as the skies above
reflect the seas below

i dreamt of you last night in fits and starts i found you sitting in the shade of the kapok tree while the concial thorns sway beneath the falling rains

you smiled as i chopped my way through the heavy brush marching ever forward towards the glimpse of sunlight among the centipedes scurrying to the dark

the moon weeps
the chill of encroaching winter
as the air around
reflects the feeling within