A lover’s moon

A lover’s moon

Nobody knows

Not even the moon

The sky is a pitiless void

With no angels left to sing

There is nothing in the river

But filthy flies and

Ankle biters

The stink of neglect

The stars shine down

Blinking nonchalantly

They have no care for me

The Blackbird has a story

And is a witness

To life passing

But turns its face away

Sings a song of freedom

Not one meant for me.

The lanterns and porchlights flicker

Fighting to remain

Even in spirit

They spit and bluster

Argue with the rain

Hold no insight

Have no understanding

Cast no light on what they see.

There is no movement

Without a purpose

But I have yet to determine

Its intention

There is little clarity

In the reflection

From the water

As the river rolls

Slowly by.

In the distance

There is music

Disconnected screaming

Vagabond dreaming

A cat calls

A baby cries

There is a moment

When the truth of things

Lies closer than

A whisper or a sigh

A baby at the breast

A lovers kiss

A touch of bliss

Love is

No more no less than this.