the smell of ruin
emcompasses the living and the
dark night squeezes
forcefully in, and it is such
times we call places of healing.
but when the shy sun peeks
through the horizon, we wake
unto another realm and we
leave the thoughts of the
dark to the moon to hide,
until we drop into the
same realm again. how then do we
heal you ask? we merely forget
with the sun and
recall the gone with the dark.