Silence rivers through it ...
A moment recurring
does wash away
like a river rock
The smooth surface
of an eroded stone
is just as hard
as the abraded silence
that rivers
through loneliness
Sometimes terrified
of this foolish
blue moon heart;
of its constant
hunger
for whatever
it is it wants;
the way it stops
and starts ,..
like a revenant whisper
fanning
smoldering embers
of fallen stars
buried deeply
in the catacombs
of an unrequited heart
out of reach,
just a step away,
but close enough
to touch the crumbs
of some other's love
bestrewn sanguinely ―
marking the footprints
calling down
an unshorn pathway
never found
At a deserted crossroads,
many a moon
tiptoe past
inconspicuously;
unnoticed fallen stars
stagnate lightless
in a flash of darkness,
moving back in time
just standing still
© harlon rivers ... 31st March 2018
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