Song for madness, ode to moon


Photo by Loren Chasse

The halo around the moon
is the son of madness
who follows a cold light

who sits inside shadows
haunted by sounds —

a footstep,
a figure,
a face…

who’s fallen for his own
has nothing but himself
and that should be enough

whose insides are a passageway
elsewhere, empty and dark
as caves,
cold canvas of rock,
maze out of madness or
pathway to self.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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