hanging at quarter mast
hanging at quarter mast
a seagull crosses the moon
in morning's cool breeze
hanging at quarter mast
a seagull crosses the moon
in morning's cool breeze
the day is as night
holding time in the balance
autumn's equinox
darkness grips my soul
smothering out the light
insignificant
early morning clouds
half lit by the rising sun
patterns in the sky
in dark hopeless night
when shadows contain demons
to be someone's moon
once again we're here
it's talk like a pirate day
so arrrg me mateys
a warm summer breeze
afternoon fades into night
glittering crimson
a celebration
orange herald of the night
whispers in the dark
fellow travelers
straying from the golden path
enticing journeys
with eyes wide opened
in an unwritten future
possibilities