the light of her moon
has eclipsed my sun
casting all of my thoughts
into doubt.
unable to sleep, i prowl
musty halls hung
with memories of stars
tumbled down
into dust which roll
season into season
to where i stand now,
anxious to recall
the effortless grace
once so beautifully
embodied
in her every move.
the past gets crushed
beneath the slow run
of years
without end, but unable
to embrace this fact
i take one last
look behind
hoping for a reason.
