Helaena C Moon

“No one comes here anymore. No warmth from another heart beating. No one to soften my weeping.”

“Stay haunted. Stay hushed inside your mystic dream. I won’t tell your secret to a soul ~ Nor tear the lucent seam that keeps your heart pristine.”

“I do a dance with death, daily. A fanciful flit. One foot in the pit. My shadow and me at my grave.”

“You see, I am on a mission to find that secret place. And tuck myself hard away within it.”

“I must have come from the mud and earth, from soiled pebbles and trees. From the midnight sky - it must have been from a starless night. From the echo of an owl’s cry. I know I must have learned to fly.”

“There are those who unfold in black chasms, whose souls breathe for the nighttide hue. Whose hearts croon for the moon. And whose love has been fixed with a woebegone blue.”

“All that I do, is bleed and bleed and bleed - and yet, you keep talking to me like I am human.”

“On still and hushed nights – when soft lint spins in murky light, that scarcely wins at its labor to keep its golden crook against the heavy and unruly black. I have felt the furry fingers of other worlds tap tap tap…”

“I wonder who, indeed, will hear the romantic tristful language that my heart is speaking - More so, who will shovel the dirt from their throat to come and echo it back to me.”