Dustmoon Revelation

3-7-12

The Dustmoon creates an aura of light
brightening the darkened corners
that hide remnants of memory.
pieces of broken mirror
waiting for something to reflect
and repeat.
chills run down my heart as the imiages return.
Some warm and shameful,
Cold and lonesome, the rest.
White, grey, with spots of blue sky peircing the welcome gloom.
Dreams edge tword Nightmares
ending in breathless screams
and insatable fright.
Sometimes it's not the mind photographs,
or the past creeping up behind me.
Sometimes its a simple absences.
Absence of arms.
Hands.
A heart beating in understanding.
 Someone I don't want to run from.
Someone who won't let me.
The darkness gets to me in that moment.
when I admit to the nothing around me
that I'm alone.
It's freezing arms wrap themselves around my lungs
and it starts all over again.
Tears building in my throat
filling my chest to bursting with emptyiness.
Mind grasping for the power to stop it,
Soul crying out to God for help,
Hands trying to hold myself together,
heart shattering in spite of best efforts on all fronts.
and all the while, willing or not,
that song is playing.
the words are better than a photo album
for all the memories they hold.
So this is what's been down there for so long...
the Dustmoon has brought it to light.