The Moon Within

A Poem

Image by photo-graphe — Pixabay

I am made from you.
When the shadows of daytime
Gobble at my flesh and leave only bone,
I call for you, my silver stone home.

Your light seeps through me
As ink branches in the water.
Grazed by a billion red stars,
My skin only catches silver fire.

When my chest cracks
Into desert crusts,
I raise my hands to you.
And in their cupped plea,
Your water flows through.

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