The night bathes the moon
in the gloom only the white of the moon shows
save the distant stars
I am gazing
at the moon
wondering whether it knows
about the sun
The one it reflects
and yet is hidden
I sometimes think
that I am the night to your day
but heaven is humility or so they say
but the moon when full
is beautiful in a different way.
You ask the devil why she can’t save the world
the silence is wounding.
It betrays
slays the meaning,
driven home.
Is god into much of a coma
to answer from his throne?
Alexandria defender of man
The woman who said she was the devil
Who won’t reveal her pain
Only the scars on her wrist
All you needed to save the world was love
Like the scars told me.