Ode to the moon

The raven spread its wings,Across Stygian of the night,The cerulean frothed elixirs black,The wind was but a wight. Hands intermingled,Eyes met in swoon,And that cloudy new moon night,I swear I saw the moon. ~ Tonight I lie beneath the vaults,Silver runs into the ink,The wind ever so caresses me,But I cannot sleep a wink. Hands…

How it all came to life…

A blue porcelain set, a chopstick alone, sit still in the glass case, one’s lined with gold, one’s stringed to solitude, as both wear a worn- out face. I look at both, and the things that I own, and so many are just a question, do I own them? are they mine? I have so…