The Moon Whisperer

Being Alone

Can I touch you with my sonic explorations? 

 

Between these bodiless lines

lie the weak foundations

of loves past. 

Though I have not diminished,

this is what I have become; 

 

A woman in an urban wilderness

foolishly confessing  to an indifferent moon. 

His waning shadow light reflects

 in the shards of this obsidian heart. 

 

We are caught up in a supernatural dream state. 

Feet touching ground as reality requires.    

Quiet are my days.   

The Motels echo

sentiments of a world of only lonely’s.

 

Can I touch you with my sonic explorations?

I am close

enough to be

 just

beyond

your

fingertips.    

 

© L. L. Kelly 2011