Poetry

Solitary moon makes a silent ascent, 
penetrates into blue sky. 
Night is cool, careless, 
throws long shadows. 
Undulating wind unfurls a tree. 
My thoughts are pinned down to a nostalgia, 
unbutton a grief. 
Even the death has a charm. 
 
Into every choice there is a hollowed one self-center, 
anxiety begins, makes a crouching trail. 
It is the untouchable, stillness, which hurts. 
Passon for survival softens the blow. 
I become moment of truth filled with anguish. 
 
Another life begins with swooping dawn, 
the soul sprints out of the emptiness, 
darting on the brink of darkness. 
The sun seeks the windy arms, 
the innocent side of the world. 
Soon the day will ride on antimatter.