Dark night, but for the moonlight…

Dark night, but for the
moonlight
splintering through the clouds.
You are submerged
in heavy humidity,
exhaling dry heat,
struggling to breathe.
You ignite a fire
beneath the tarpaulin.
You reach! The inspiration
is fleeing.
The back-lit object of your desire
leaves you wanting calmness.
Where the light comes from
there is sadness.
You are lost,
but not for lack
of road-signs.

by Thomas Wigington

7 responses

    • Thank you, Michele, for your kind words. I am working on growing as a poet. I want to write in a variety of moods and on a wide range of subjects. I’ll still write haiku and other lighter poems in addition…I hope.

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