La Luna; a feminine noun
Amy Moreno
The things I cannot unsee on darkened nights:
the troubles; the broken gift I gave;
my orchestra of quietened
creatures, of fragrant
moonflowers, of
soothed souls.
But I am made
voiceless;
baton broken,
I breathe the tides
to keep time. No matter
how I pull, I cannot reach your
hand to help. They scraped out the goodness,
packed the wound with fear, as they followed, too close.
And it was meant to be yours; my night. I made it to be yours.