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…

The storm

DUSK: The river meets the sea freshwater meets salt, they flow into each other and the scene’s at halt. Mist hangs overhead the visibility’s low, I’m over water and I row, row, row. 10:00 am: The sun has now risen and perforated the fog, in this labyrinth of archipelagos I am but a frog. 11:00…