Tj Struska

Blur

                       Prelude

You open a door

The night is black with perfume

The moon has a cold heart

It is full of small jealousies

Night flickers an arrangement

Of stars

 

Epilogue

You open a door

The moon is blind

It drags the sea along

Like a criminal

You of no beginning

Or end

Of who you once were

As the dream began

The Spirit moves closer

The after-light opens

Spilling stars into the infinite