Moonchild

I thought it was the moonlight,
but, oh, just the street lamp shining at its brightest through a stranger's bedroom window.

I thought it was the growl of a starship waiting for me outside
in the slow motion night life.

Nothing...
No starship.

Just the noisy decay of urban life.
How insight never aligns.

I thought you were the moonlight.





by Merrique from Dhatura

image by
Noble Photography
Seattle, WA