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.