Poetry Wednesday #47

By ESO [CC BY 4.0], via Wikimedia Commons

I dream the crescent moon

I dream the crescent moon—

Pouring out darkness into the sky

Wild-me running, night-hounded,

Chased and chasing madness.

I dream the hunter hunted,

The haunter haunted.

I dream the cold hours of darkness,

With miles to go before the sun.

Colors deepen,

Crimson running blue.

I dream the crescent moon—

Pouring out darkness into the sky.