Dead bled and living baked across the moor,
Sentries of Devil diffused darkness in full moon,
Tearing wind disrobed shapes of an endless shore.
Beaten by wind, fallen in meshes, it swayed--
Restless and violent, reaching curtains of eyes.
Dawn lanced the night soaked wound,
Breathing life in formless shapes and habitat!
I searched without reaching, as the day fell again,
Shadows fractured and melded, as light stole in--
Huffing and puffing, hiding from night!
I searched within and stirred the liquid;
All the reflections burnt me,
As I walked through thoughts of shadow
And reached for a moment of frozen dreams.
Copyright © Justin d’Souza
