My coat is black
like the nights
I have long forgotten.
I left heaven
for the taverns.
I did my readings before daybreak
when the moon was far aloft,
but the nights got longer.
I kept putting things off
hoping I would discover a star
I knew was there.
Now I saw logs
and leave the leaves
where they fall.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
My coat is black
like the nights
I have long forgotten.
I left heaven
for the taverns.
I did my readings before daybreak
when the moon was far aloft,
but the nights got longer.
I kept putting things off
hoping I would discover a star
I knew was there.
Now I saw logs
and leave the leaves
where they fall.
