Tremble; the way we breathe

Sixteen, eighteen – a moment and nothing more
when the moon, stars, and sable skies distracted all the world
for hopes of greater things in store

What was it that trembled in me
when the pain tore tears from your eyes
and this heart discovered a sunrise
to fear what words could break
or become
to discover this again

so shall I wait, hidden on evening’s wings
when silver midnight lights make dreams
so fiercely real
or perhaps, is it
or would it be
better, by far
to write the story with no though of the ending

so far, the moon holds its secrets
and so I will do the same
till we’ve learned the way to breathe

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originally written on March 11 8:57 PM 2007