Moon-Cold Shoulder
Indeed, moon’s cold shoulder
So distant yet inviting —
Becoming with her alabaster glow
As if offering a place to cry upon.
To cry dark tears of longing …
Longing for a cure for some unknown malady.
Shame hidden behind her,
Behind her moon-cold shoulder
Never to be seen again.
Offering not solace upon this rainy night.
Offering mere shadows
Of life beyond the wind-swept landscape.
A landscape rife with wont of
A warm shoulder to cry upon. | RM