Weighed into a deep, hurling river

The water is not blue, but gray.
The sky is not that of fair day.

It feels sullen.
Backdrop of apathy.

The drowning does not matter,
It only matters that it hurts.

It pulses, strains on your skull
Until you sink
Into what you are convinced
Is a peaceful lull.

Where is my moon?
Where do you escape?

See, as I feign slumber
I feel you slip away

I feel you
Sharing your Moonlight
With another night

Reflecting another sun’s light
Upon another Earth
Weaving their seas
With your weight
Into a calm

And I watch
As you silently creep back to me
Promising a new moon

But, your light
It still feels the same.

Nestled in silence,
The trees carry no burdens
I want to feel that