Waning Moon Lullaby (Revised)

 

waning moon lullaby

“We accept reality so readily-
perhaps because we sense that nothing is real.”
 -Jorge Luis Borges

“sand drifts; eternity endures:”
-H.D.

reflected reality
tearing through the fabric of my breathing

think fear jump
out of bed
teeth grinding
sleep conditioned by atonal fears

flesh slivered under grains
of prickly glass
collecting the bald faced lies of the clock
into movements
as if the moon were going to float away

second wind sucked out
by a lullaby
while the fire-woven stream
clears my open eyes

the unconscious whisper

of my heart holding infinite cuts

under a translucent bandage
trying to wrap disordered thoughts

like eyeholes with broken wings

hoping for a muse
to heal my numb toes
and connect my thoughts to something concrete, palpable
and eternal

the same story angling into your thoughts
connecting them to
pieces of us protected by sky and cactus
and granite rock
under sun blue sky

throw the sky into the water and it
snaps on the moment the silence is caressed

by the whir of waves 

holding scattered yearnings
arcing and surfing through our dreams

this is how we never lose each other