GOOD MOON

so hushed
always still
so benevolent in will, for she
understood the power, knew
that any words would kill, and
so...

we were sisters, for a time,
companions at dusk, when the
world stripped it's make up,
became once more
jaded husk...

we would meet in the dark
space, she...
so wise in her care
I would acknowledge her
presence, and she was never,
not there

even when her strength was
depleted, had faded to wane,
she still slashed a thin smile,
still grimaced through the
pain, and

she taught me so much, about
life... holding up...
she knew lonely, I was certain
she had supped empty cups
she knew agony and pain
she had dark places too, had
survived ice and fire, though
she never shone blue

M P 19/3/21

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