Remember the sad yellowed moon

Remember the sad yellowed moon

on ashen skin

ask the girl

daydreaming of nimble inky cats

while she polonaise

to their caterwauling in the night.

inbetween the warm whispering ocean

and day singing mountains she lives.

She walks in balancé a rose-dark stormy sky

in a winter opus time slowed.

launch, laughing as we were young,

her sail full by hot galvanized rain.

Glissade in tide, even darker, as told

by her light-

bounce amid the water.

go.

78 words.

© Meg. February 11, 2018.