The Waning of the Moon by Bob MacKenzie for K. The full moon bleeds into the night soaking the clouds and trees and Earth with its essence until the pain has leeched into the morning light. Somewhere in darkness you stand still bleeding your soul into the night against the fear you hold within, out of time and against your will. You shine against the blackest fears as darkness falls away from you and you fall away from memory to find brief peace as morning nears. There is no feeling here but calm that seeks the gentle blade's caress draining the darkness from your soul as softly as a soothing balm. And then you wash and go to bed, now at peace, if not forever, with yourself and all memory shrouded now in a cloak of red. The full moon bleeds into the night but morning wipes its death from sight, and you live on with all your past come back to you with morning's light. |