BENEATH THE COPPER MOON

    Sharing a poem today;

 

BENEATH THE COPPER MOON

 

Bronze moonbeams spotlight the hills

encrusting dreams in a shell of regret;

Dust drifts across the night

exiting the scene like those long departed.

Desert mood bleaches my emotions

like dried bones blanched by the sun.

No shadow traces my steps

I have abandoned myself;

The angels mock this cursed land

and leave me to a hell of my own making.

Summer’s last breath sighs on the wind

as distant stars shed diamond tears.

Orion’s bow is broken by anguish

as I turn to stone beneath the copper moon.