Moonlit Murmurs
These transgressions lead to a progression.
My days are filled with the absence of air.
My confessions lay bare under the moonlight.
The darkness surrounds me.
Enveloping my soul without developing.
Like a rhododendron, I crave the shade.
The light fades without beginning.
The soil toils as the moon witnesses.
Waxing and waning, the cycle continues.
This barren land tries to stand.
The seeds singing surendiply
A lullaby of grace as they embrace
Tears fall from heaven in pairs of seven.