I guess this time
I’m really leaving
I guess this time
you can see
my heart is  really
bleeding

grace poured into your soul
to cleanse, to heal, to forgive

Sun is hotter,
but moon is nearer.

Yellow-belted dress
in runny mirror?

Come naked night,
intent is clearer.

In the day air
you can hear her

bright beguiling verses;
after dark is dearer -

moon-mouthed poems
are sincerer.

The girl I’m meant to be
Will be thanking me
For writing all this poetry

to set the mind to wonder
a journey to the unknown
needs must be taken, again