“Be honest,” she said, as I’m pulled into the night, Feeling at odds with the soft moonlight. “Tell them the truth; we have nothing to hide. We’re just kids. Nothing happened. Nobody died.”   We had heaved ourselves up to the mountainous heights In the…

We walked along the pier the other night. The soft moonlight covering the ripples of the water. Against the backdrop old ships past their prime stand-fast as they no longer have purpose. There is a cool breeze kissing the backs of our necks. As we past…

Fall asleep. Blink. Good morning. Begin the day. Blink. Good evening. A child is born. Blink. University. Chase after hours. Blink. Memories are fading. Go back to reclaim them. Blink. Catch the soft moonlight. My children’s children. Blink. Grown and leaving. Fight the darkness. Blink. Fall…

I see you, sneaky moon Still lingering in the morning sky You should really go home.