Slivers
of
white
thumbnail
moon
slinking through stripped
winter branches
a beautiful lonely stalker
lighting up dark
best it can
an unexplainable cloud
rolling over
in my head
a hooded bearded warrior
shivering in doorway
across the street
wishing somewhere warm.
A hundred people walk by him
without looking once.
He slipped
into
invisible man.
I'm the only who sees him.
The strange cloud
begins to speak.
I wake up in
lonely wet slivers
of shine
disturbed by millions
like him/her/we/me/us.
****
I love you.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC
Slivers
of
white
thumbnail
moon
slinking through stripped
winter branches
a beautiful lonely stalker
lighting up dark
best it can
an unexplainable cloud
rolling over
in my head
a hooded bearded warrior
shivering in doorway
across the street
wishing somewhere warm.
A hundred people walk by him
without looking once.
He slipped
into
invisible man.
I'm the only who sees him.
The strange cloud
begins to speak.
I wake up in
lonely wet slivers
of shine
disturbed by millions
like him/her/we/me/us.
****
I love you.
