Your whitelight flashes the frost to-night
Moon of the purple and silent west.
Remember me one of your lovers of dreams.

Whitelight

all battles ceasing
during evening's frosty glare,
heaving into jet-black,
kinetic light marred night open.
"outgoing, probably.."
questions raising soldiers tickingheartbeat
until voracious whitelight xplains.
yesterday, zeal and blood caromed, deadly,
erratic, for...god...
hours. i just keep 
learning more nightmares 
overandoverandover. 
peace...quiet...rarely 
surviving things under 
vicious weather, 
xcept yule's zest 
abolishes 
****** christmases.