This time you will stop the world—
The one you fell from years ago before the snow came.

Tonight, under the last full moon
I’ll understand how you burned through
The first light of day,
Labored over dusk before it turned into night.
That you are more then the same,
Shedding away the revolving corners
Where sleep made sense—
Where the words drifted out in lungfuls
Before we traveled all those muted miles—

We have farther to go this time.

10/28/2009

Posted on 10/28/2009
Copyright © 2024 Jim Moore