[Lunar] Cycle

[Sensar]

Pallet

This infusion-
that stops me from seeing you once more.
It is an ever constant pallet of color
the purple, the fringe of the tinge of orange
an ever constant plague on sight.
And it stops me from seeing the lights above,
which are fogged by our lights below.

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remorse

to not even glance
to simply forget
it is deep remorse.

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constant downpour

far from the heavens,
it falls with grey heaviness.
and there it covers like thick fleece.
you are beyond even imagination
under this endless downpour.

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slivers

of a bright apple

rotten brilliance

shines an ironic light upon the world

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darkness sets in more than one place
it covers you, too.
and though the glimpse was short,
it was all worth the while -
if it was to remind me
of you.

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Above the Clouds

Deep storms set in.
But still, I acknowledge with a grin,
you're still up there, shining away,
even if the storm clouds won't let you play.
But we await eagerly for your return,
and a new beginning means a new turn.

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Glazed

Nay, I can see you there.
You shine through a thin curtain,
Fuzzy clouds coat the sky
With a spreading glaze.
And you watch us sleepily,
do you dream under that haze?

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as the darkness broods on horizon
you stand as the defiant beacon
but so small and above
what can you do?

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within a cozy blanket
wrapped
glowing
staring down on me
feeling the same way.

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The clouds float across the sky,
Bleeding into the shimmering lights of the city,
And you bleed too,
Bleeding into the clouds
Lazily spinning far higher then you seemed before.

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shine
down upon the land
shine
up in the sky
and shine
show your scarred hand.

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rumble
smash
roll
tumble across the sky
an obscure tribute
a restless rumble
as the circle draws itself
towards the end

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The Pink Wisps
Flow past a blue sky
and yet you are still there
a hanging celestial sphere
a divine
that is so out of place in the fading day.

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Glimmer through iron.
Soft
Cool
Envelope.
The sliver that is left of the dark you,
is the broken by a radiance.
Glimmer through iron.

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Inch by Inch
you eat the sliver away.

The Second Name

The cycle starts blue,
it ends,
full circle,
orange. The wolf moon
howls through dark iron clouds.
The light, it taints wholeness as it sits close
and the orange glow creeps in.
But it does not matter, tired eye.
For tomorrow you shut.
And we draw to the close.